Story submitted by Pasture Pals Equine Rescue, Inc.
About a year and a half ago, I started volunteering at Pasture Pals Equine Rescue. While every single one of their animals is special, Jazzy is a horse that is near and dear to my heart. During our orientation I was asked to hold her while Alex, the director applied some medication to the site where she’d had surgery for her thyroid. It had been quite a few years since I’d been up close and personal with a horse, so I was a little nervous. Fortunately, Jazzy was a trooper.
While Jazzy is a senior (of indeterminate years since a previous owner filed her teeth down so far it’s impossible to use them to gauge her exact age), she doesn’t act her age. She is always the first in her herd to greet me, striding toward me like Bea Arthur in “The Golden Girls”. In fact, she greets me repeatedly during the time I spend at PPER, either because she’s forgotten she greeted me previously, or because she’s just checking on me to make sure I’m doing my chores. Usually a sniff and a nudge and then she’s on her way, her long legs swinging gracefully, mane and tail blowing in the breeze. Did I mention she’s an Arabian? Oh yes, she’s VERY much an Arabian.
What are Jazzy’s favorite things? Treats, of course. And making mean faces at minis who get too uppity or try to steal her food (she takes a loooong time to eat because of those filed-down teeth so she’s stalled separately at meal time). Though she is at least 28, she is still up for helping with pony ride fundraisers, and while some of the younger equines dawdle and drag under saddle, Jazzy is raring to go, and has to be held securely so she doesn’t exceed the speed limit!
Jazzy is a hard keeper and seems to have weeks where she drops weight overnight. She eats like a proverbial horse and is fed as much as other seniors there who are considerably bigger. It can take her over an hour to eat a meal! In the winter she needs to be blanketed to help her stay warm and not expend too many calories maintaining her body temperature.
It will be a sad day when Jazzy no longer greets me at the fence—I hope that day is far in the future and happily, Jazzy shows no signs of slowing down.