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May 17th, 2015 means our baby is no longer a baby. She’s a mare. And she is a gorgeous mare! Somehow, despite both our immense fears, we raised this baby, Cass and I. Cass knew a whole lot more than me, from the get go. I was there soley for support. We’d only just met 2 months prior, as she lightly stepped off the trailer in the darkness following her 3,000 mile trek from Canada. That night began the best thing I’ve ever done.

That Preakness morning 7 years ago was my very first lesson in listening to my horse. We thought we had it all figured out. The “mare cam” was beautifully lit and set up in her stall. Cass had an audience that averaged about 100 a night watching her from all corners online. We watched and waited. Waited for the signs the baby was coming. The chat room forged friendships and false alarms. I can still feel the knots in my stomach when I think about the anticipation.

I was terrified. What if something went wrong?! What if I had to get in there and pull that baby?! What if my beautiful Fairy Princess of a horse died?! My vet forbade me from anymore youtube clips of horse births. My Dad kept telling, “She knows what she’s doing.” And no truer words were ever spoken. As I arrived at the barn that 17th of May, after 2 full weeks of intense watching of the pot, I immediately sensed something was different. Cass gave me a knowing look. She demanded breakfast. A crowd began gathering around her stall. I was still (and would be for a while) scared of my Fairy Princess. I asked the much more experienced barn owner to go into her stall and check her. She obliged. Two little hooves were attempting to peek out from underneath Cass’s tail! WhooHoo! Cass was way more concerned about finishing breakfast than the fact another being was trying to get out of her belly.

Now comes the listening to my horse part. She finished eating. She looks deep into my face and says, “get me the Hell outta this stall, lady!” That was not in the plan. The camera was attached to the stall. The audience of 100+ had been diligently waiting for this very moment. I was in a panic. The crowd that had gathered were all speaking at once in excitement. I couldn’t even tell what anyone was saying. Except for Cass. I heard her loud and clear. Sigh. I put her halter and rope on and we took our first solo walk from barn to paddock. I’d been too scared to walk her myself before. Not this time. I had to listen to my horse. She wanted and needed out of there. It was going to be she and I against everyone else. Sorry everyone watching online! You won’t be seeing this birth.

The beautiful thing was how exactly right my Dad was. Cass knew what she was doing. I don’t believe there’s been an easier birth recorded in all of history. Cass walked a few feet away from the paddock gate, gently laid down and within a few short moments, Becca slid right out. I did end up having to “go in there”. The birth was so gentle the sack didn’t break from her nose. I got to do that. Becca’s first breath was taken looking right into my face. Now, because Cass does know exactly what she’s doing, she immediately got up and demanded more food, even before cleaning the baby. It was all good!

Welcome to the world! We've been waiting.

Welcome to the world! We’ve been waiting.

 

Took her a few hours to get the swing of nursing.

Took her a few hours to get the swing of nursing.

Now our baby girl is a 7 year old, magnificent mare. She’s becoming the horse we knew she was meant to be. Becca is forging her own way in the world with the help of all the wonderful ladies of Heart of Dixie Equine Rescue. She’s taken to her training so well she may have a show career in her future. Becca is a mare who demands attention. But, then again, she did start off with a huge crowd. Cass is happy just to BE now. She is my Fairy Princess who happens to have been an excellent mother. I’m honored to have been able to help along the way, though she always knew exactly what she was doing.

Momma Cass sends her baby birthday wishes.

Momma Cass sends her baby birthday wishes.

 

Becca, me & Eva.

Becca, me & Eva.


Becca & Catlin on a field trip.

Becca & Catlin on a field trip.

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She left in November. Putting our “baby” on the trailer was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Thousands of worries had been swirling in my brain for the weeks prior. We were offered a once in a lifetime opportunity for her, though, and we had to let her go. We had to let her go to be the horse she was born to be. Cass and I had brought her as far as we were able. We did a fine job but she needed and deserved more.

Becca at Heart of Dixie.

Becca at Heart of Dixie.

So Becca is away at college. The fine folks of Heart of Dixie Equine Rescue are seeing to her education. Julie Barnes, (HOD owner) has lovingly cared for Becca’s sire since we all saved him from slaughter in 2009. We are family. Becca was more than ready for the adventure set before her. She hopped on the trailer and never looked back. Cass never even cried for her. It was as it was meant to be. I felt like my guts had been ripped out, though. When you love deeply, you must do what is best and this is best for our girl.

Julie & Marvin, Becca's sire.

Julie & Marvin, Becca’s sire.

She is flourishing in her training. No surprise there. She’s crazy smart. She’s acquired the nickname “Queen B” since she walked onto the farm like she owned the place. No surprise there, either. One thing Becca’s always had is confidence. Julie and I speak often. It is as it was meant to be. We hope to be able to plan a weekend to go visit soon.

This was just 3 weeks into her training!

This was just 3 weeks into her training!

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Today is Opening Day for Major League Baseball. My die-hard-Cardinal-fan Mother is very excited! Thought it appropriate to make it our Opening Day, as well… our Opening Day into the Spring Pasture! WhooHoo!!! Cass and Becca have been kept in the back pasture all Winter to allow the front pasture to rest. It’d gotten eaten down pretty bare. For some reason, when given the choice to be wherever they want, horses, cows and goats seem to have always preferred the front pasture. It’s a little smaller than the back but there just seems to be more delicious grasses and weeds.

Cass grazing

Cass grazing

Becca choosing her favorite.

Becca choosing her favorite.

I had hoped for a bit more excitement from them. They’re Fjords, after all, and those delicious grasses are right here in front of me… why run all the way over there?!

The girls said they'll take care of the mowing.

The girls said they’ll take care of the mowing.

Cass cannot be distracted.

Cass cannot be distracted.

They also said, “Go CARDS!!!”

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Cass (forefront) & Becca waiting to escort me.

Cass (forefront) & Becca waiting to escort me.

This place and these girls know my secrets. They know my weaknesses. They know my strengths. We share sweat, tears, comfort and joy. We greet each day with a whinny and knowing what matters. I wish everyone could know these things.

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I remember it like it was yesterday. We’d all been spending sleepless nights watching our CassidyCam with each morning bringing the news of no baby. I got to the barn before chores to turn off the camera and get Cass out to her paddock. All the horse people said she’d have the baby “in the safety of the night”. When I looked over into her stall, a feeling hit me that something just may be different but Cass demanded her breakfast. All the horse people said she’d “go off her food” when she was ready to have that baby. As I fed her others began showing up at the barn. It was suddenly clear she was getting ready to have that baby! I was suddenly in a terrible position. I’d already turned the camera and laptop off and didn’t know how to get things back on. (Yes, I’m computer stupid.) Over a hundred people from all over the world were watching and waiting to see this baby born on the internet. Cass was telling me in no uncertain terms to get her out of that stall! No stall… no camera… I was going to be in big trouble.

A very pregnant Cass.

A very pregnant Cass.

I listened to my girl, though, and got her out where she wanted to be. By this time, I’d called Scottie and he was speeding through town trying to get to us to get the camera back up. Gayle and I were standing together at the gate to the paddock waiting for Trish to come back out of the house with her camera. In those very few moments, Cass calmly laid down and popped that baby out easy as you please! Trish barely made it back in time from the house to see this little miracle. It was so easy, the sac didn’t break off the baby. The women started urging me to “get in there!” Me… get in there?… really?!….

Keep in mind, I was still very frightened of this new love of my life. She was still very frightened of me… when I was frightened of her.

1st photo of Momma & baby.

1st photo of Momma & baby.

I did “get in there” and I broke the sac off that baby’s nose so she could get her first breath.That was an amazing moment shared by only the three of us, Cass, baby and me. The fact more people had shown up to watch didn’t matter. Cass knew exactly what needed to be done (after demanding more to eat) and she also now knew she could depend on me.

Sizing each other up.

Sizing each other up.

She found her legs, confidence & curiosity!

She found her legs, confidence & curiosity!

So much has happened in these five years. Fears conquered. Tears shed. Laughter heard. Frustration, joy, determination felt. Mistakes made. Battles won.

We are family.

We are family.

Nearly a year old.

Nearly a year old.

Nearly 2 years old.

Nearly 2 years old.

Lots of changes from 2 to 3 years.

Lots of changes from 2 to 3 years.

Goofy 4 year old.

Goofy 4 year old.

I came close to giving Becca away this year. Probably hard to believe, huh? I spent a month searching my heart, crying every day and trying to convince myself it would be the best thing for all of us. At the last moment, things didn’t work out and I have never felt such relief in my life! Cass and Becca have been together every moment of these five years except for two months when Becca was weaned. They have a special and wonderful relationship, ever evolving. I’m blessed to be part of their world.

Happy Birthday Rebecca Maye!!!!!!!

5 year old Becca.

5 year old Becca.

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I talk to Cass & Becca as if I were talking to you. I think they understand everything I say. Cass seems to care a bit more about what I say than her daughter…

Last week I had a casual yet serious talk with my girls. I was headed out of town for 5 days! I had no worries about their care since my good friend, Therese, was in charge of that, but I didn’t want Cass thinking I wasn’t coming back. We had brought Tanner over to keep them company and they were enjoying having a strong man around. The day before I left I briefly told Cass where I was going and what I was going to be doing. I kept my energy low and calm because she definitely feeds off that. Then she broke my heart.

As I was leaving she trotted after me! Cass doesn’t expend any unnecessary energy so this gave me even more proof she understands my words or thoughts or something. I reassured her all would be fine and I’d see her in a few days. My tears welled up as I left the neighborhood. I had a great time with my St. Louis family (will do a post on that soon) but I sure missed my animal family – missed the hubby, too!

I got this pic from Therese while in St. Louis. All was good. 🙂

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I apologize for not having lots of news and gorgeous pictures of the stars of this blog lately – those being Cass and Becca – but not a lot going on there. We’re in “waiting mode” for Becca’s Big Adventure! More to come on that…

In the meantime let’s explore our world of pet sitting some more! These are the faces I get to see when I’m working… not a bad gig. 🙂

Lucy Goosey! Former rescue dog living the life.

Bubba The Great!

Elvis, who really is The King! Shelter dog was fostered by this family during heartworm treatment. Didn't take long for them to know he had to stay.

Clifford, another former rescue dog. Had one of the worst cases of mange we've ever seen. Been symptom free for over 10 years.

Oni-Baroney, another former rescue dog!

Pig-Dog, fussing at me while picture taking.

Bettie Boop! Being held is the only way to get her to stay still.

All these lovely pups are one, big, happy family. It’s wonderful to be able to see my rescue dogs living the life they were meant to. Becoming one of our clients can oftentimes mean adding to your family!

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