Angela and Dixie

I would like to tell you about my beloved mare Dixie. Dixie is a grade Tennessee Walker, we guess she's not registered, you see Dixie has had a hard life. My father bought Dixie for my ...I would like to tell you about my beloved mare Dixie. Dixie is a grade Tennessee Walker, we guess she's not registered, you see Dixie has had a hard life. My father bought Dixie for my ...

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I would like to tell you about my beloved mare Dixie. Dixie is a grade Tennessee Walker, we guess she’s not registered, you see Dixie has had a hard life. My father bought Dixie for my little sister and me 8 years ago, at the time Dixie was 10. Anyway we bought her from a man named David and there is where we found out parts of her story.

Dixie was originally bought from David for a 7 year old girl to ride, and she was kept next door to my house, the girl was terrified of Dixie’s height of 16 hands, so I was the one that rode her. Lisa came out one day and her mother saddled Dixie for the girl to ride and Dixie bucked that was it. The girl wanted to give Dixie back to David, and when he arrived to pick Dixie up my dad was there with a check to pay for her. Later I found out how David had acquired her, everyday he drove by a small house off of the road and in the side yard was a skinny, old looking horse, after about a month he noticed the horse was getting weaker and skinnier, and on one particular morning he stopped and informed the owner that he was going to give him a hundred dollars for the horse and if the man didn’t like it he was calling animal control, the man agreed and he David told him he’d be back with a trailer.

This is the part that breaks my heart, David pulled in the pasture with the trailer and Dixie was lying in a corner in the same spot she had been in that morning, David walked over and attached a lead rope to her halter and encouraged her to get up, which she did and when she tried to take a step she fell over, her toes were so long they curled up and right down the middle of each front foot running from her toes to her coronet was a crack that was about a 1/4 inch apart. So David called some friends and together they lifted her and carried her to the trailer, once she was inside they were scared she would not be able to get up if she laid down again so they ran ropes under her body and someone rode in the back of the trailer with her. After three years at David’s she bloomed into the most beautiful creature she accompanied David to field trials, until David became ill and was diagnosed with cancer and he had to find a home for her. And that’s where I got her.

Dixie was a dream. I had begged and begged for a horse for as long as I could remember and here I was going to finally get one. Sure I had to share her with my sister but all good things come with a price, right? About 4 months after I got her I was called home from school, I knew immediately that something was wrong I ran home to find Dixie chasing my best friends mare all over the pasture knocking her down and continually kicking her. I was devastated Dixie was so sweet. We called the vet mostly to look at the other mare, and the Doctor asked me what Dixie was doing I told him and he asked if he could palpate her I said o.k. The prognosis was that Dixie had a tumor on her ovary that was producing testosterone and she thought she was a stallion, the good thing was that a surgery would cure it. So we waited for 4 months for the facility to be built that could do the surgery.

We fenced off part of the pasture and that’s where Dixie stayed, I still rode her on trail rides with other mares and she was a perfect angel. Finally the day came and Dixie was admitted for surgery, I stood behind a glass window and watched the entire thing after they stitched her up they took her off the respirator and she refused to breath, they hooked her up five times before she would finally breath on her own. Then they hoisted her up by her feet and moved her to a fully padded room, I was to short to see in the small window so I looked through the 2 inch crack in the door, I whistled and she nickered very drunkenly to me I whistled again and she stumbled over to the door and lowered her eyes level to the crack and we just looked at each other.

After what seemed like forever the staff at the hospital decided that she was awake enough to go to her stall they opened the great doors and Dixie, still heavily sedated, drug the handler to me. I paid for Dixie’s operation in return that she would be completely mine because during the time we were waiting for the facility to be built my sister had decided she didn’t want her. That is Dixie’s story and I thank God everyday for giving me the chance to love her and for the love she has given me, she is definitely my piece of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Angela