Few words...
Twoey is now happily running and jumping and eating all the grass and grain he could ever want where he is now, his pain and suffering nothing but a quickly fading memory.
Tam is devastated that her long-time companion is no more. I took the day off work so that I could be with her today. Twoey was a faithful fixture for Tam for over 25 years (he was 28 years old), through broken relationships, hard times and good times. He was a gentle well-mannered horse. I loved his spirit from the first day I met him 6 years ago. He was already past his prime by then, but he was still a magnificent being, with very expressive human-like eyes, and such amazing character.
Wolfwind Mister Two Step (Twoey) was an Appaloosa/Arabian mix, and stood at about 14 hands (not very big by horse standards). He was bred in a town just outside of Stellarton, Nova Scotia. He was only 2.5 years old when Tam was introduced to him no more than a few weeks after her family had moved to Stellarton from Peterborough, Ontario, in the early 80's. Tam was only 14 years old at the time. She fell in love with him, and was affraid that the stable would one day sell him to a potential buyer. 9 months later, her parents put a down payment, and Tam spent her weekends and summers working at the stable to pay off the rest of the cost, and every other spare time riding him. One could say that from her parents' point of view, it was a great way to keep Tam out of trouble (not many boys hang out at stables!) She did shows with him, and he followed her wherever she went after she finished high school. He had traveled from coast to coast a total of 5 times (from Dalhousie in Halifax, to UBC in Vancouver, to Rutgers in New Jersey, back to Vancouver, and finally settling in Montreal, Quebec).
Twoey's last stable was a place where the owners really love horses, and treat all their boarders as their own. The interaction between the Kirbeys and the horses under their care was nothing short of magical, and they went out of their way for the care of each and every one of them. A fitting place for Twoey to have spent his retirement at.
He will be missed, but never forgotten.
Cantor on, fair prince of the glade...
Tam is devastated that her long-time companion is no more. I took the day off work so that I could be with her today. Twoey was a faithful fixture for Tam for over 25 years (he was 28 years old), through broken relationships, hard times and good times. He was a gentle well-mannered horse. I loved his spirit from the first day I met him 6 years ago. He was already past his prime by then, but he was still a magnificent being, with very expressive human-like eyes, and such amazing character.
Wolfwind Mister Two Step (Twoey) was an Appaloosa/Arabian mix, and stood at about 14 hands (not very big by horse standards). He was bred in a town just outside of Stellarton, Nova Scotia. He was only 2.5 years old when Tam was introduced to him no more than a few weeks after her family had moved to Stellarton from Peterborough, Ontario, in the early 80's. Tam was only 14 years old at the time. She fell in love with him, and was affraid that the stable would one day sell him to a potential buyer. 9 months later, her parents put a down payment, and Tam spent her weekends and summers working at the stable to pay off the rest of the cost, and every other spare time riding him. One could say that from her parents' point of view, it was a great way to keep Tam out of trouble (not many boys hang out at stables!) She did shows with him, and he followed her wherever she went after she finished high school. He had traveled from coast to coast a total of 5 times (from Dalhousie in Halifax, to UBC in Vancouver, to Rutgers in New Jersey, back to Vancouver, and finally settling in Montreal, Quebec).
Twoey's last stable was a place where the owners really love horses, and treat all their boarders as their own. The interaction between the Kirbeys and the horses under their care was nothing short of magical, and they went out of their way for the care of each and every one of them. A fitting place for Twoey to have spent his retirement at.
He will be missed, but never forgotten.
Cantor on, fair prince of the glade...