FAREWELL JAZZY GIRL

Jazzy Girl was my daughter's pony-- of maybe I should say  my granddaughter's pony.  

My granddaughter met Jazzy Girl when she was about a year old.   She began to go to the stable/farm where Jazzy lived and Jazzy came to love her.   Jazzy would race to the fence when she heard her voice.

My granddaughter grew up with Jazzy.   She was always around horses, and was so comfortable with them.  

My daughter worked at a thoroughbred farm when she was in Kentucky.  She found out that Jazzy Girl had been at the same farm.  Jazzy was moved to NC so that she would get more attention.   My daughter never realized that Jazzy would become hers.   

Jazzy lived in North Carolina near them.  The owner gave Jazzy Girl to my granddaughter for her third birthday.   She saw the bond they had.  My granddaughter couldn't remember a time without Jazzy.  

Jazzy was born in 1993, so she was over 30 years old.    

The family moved to Virginia and lived on a farm.   The horses loved the big field.   Chivalry was part of the group at this point.    I loved going up there     It was so peaceful.   

Both girls loved their horse, Annie, and their pony, Jazzy Girl.

They were beautiful.  

Bluebell the pig, showed up for this picture.  

Jazzy managed to move things around to get to where she wasn't supposed to be.   

Jazzy and Annie roamed and ran in their field.  

The girls and my daughter love their horses.  It's part of who they are.  

Jazzy knew and loved my granddaughter.   She knew her voice.  

Jazzy had health issues for years.  She was an old pony.  

Her feet were bad.   She had many issues and they did all they could for over a year and a half.  

The vet said she could not survive another winter, so they began thinking of what to do.  

Her feet would get better some, and then they'd get really bad again, 

with sores and ulcers, and soft hooves.  

They didn't want her to suffer.   

So, they spent more time with her and gave her special treats.  

And they hugged her a lot.  

They remembered times when she was younger -- all the kids loved her.  

They spent time with her.

They decided the day to let her go.  That day, the weather was sunny.   We noticed Jazzy was limping more, so it confirmed that it was time.   She was given treats and kisses and hugs.  They told her how much she meant to them.  They told her how much she was loved.   Jazzy is now buried next to her  life friend, Annie.   They must be enjoying the fields there.   Run free, sweet girl! 

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