I wrote a post this spring about missing my horse, Maestro but today, July 3, is one year since I had to say goodbye to Maestro. He had just turned 27 in May of 2013. It makes me sad, but I was lucky to have had him for so long. 14, almost 15 years…

I was 12 and he was 13 when I first got him (he was 6 months older than I was) on a lease from the Bewick family in New Brunswick. When I first saw him, he was standing in front of an industrial fan and he was half asleep while enjoying the breeze.

I rode him twice and we took him home to Nova Scotia. We bought him a year later.

Maestro and I did some showing when we were younger and he really was a stunning mover with a nice jump. I learned a lot from him and he tried to keep me safe through everything! I fell off once over a jump and he did everything to keep from stepping on me, including breaking his own tooth and hurting himself.

He didn’t have a mean bone in his body and everyone enjoyed being around him. One time his paddock gate wasn’t closed (or perhaps he opened it by himself?) and he just stood there and waited for someone to come and lead him into the barn.

He really cared about people and other horses. He always knew who you were and loved attention. I have a ton of memories of us growing up together. I always got a kick out of how his forelock would get frizzy in humid weather.

We were a team, we got frustrated with each other, had good times and bad times, but it was always good in the end. When he started to slip, my Mom and the barn owner would tell me and I would go see him and wonder what they were talking about. He looked fine to me. He would see me and really muster his strength together. I remember thinking they were both crazy.

Even on the day we had to say goodbye I saw him lying down, the barn owner warned me that he was having a hard time standing up, he just took a look at who was coming and popped up no problem. I think he knew I would be sad if I saw him in a bad state. He was tried and he was telling us he was ready to say goodbye. We let him out of the paddock and let him eat the “good” grass on the other side of the fence.

I still like riding, but I always wish I was riding him! I was lucky to have been able to ride him up until 2013. How awesome was Maestro? (I should have been wearing a helmet!)

Canter at age 26. Summer 2012


Trot at age 26. Summer 2012

He would roll his tongue up, after taking a treat and having a few bites, and suck on his tongue. Pretty cute boy.
Pretty horse! – Photo take in May, just after his 27th birthday

Whispering Hearts Horse Rescue

Every year I go to the WHHR in Hagersville for their Christmas Open House. They are a local registered charity and take care of over 60 horses. They re-home some of their horses, but some are long term residents. Through iGive, you can earn money to support WHHR by simply shopping at major online stores like Amazon, jcpenney, Office Depot, HSN, Staples, QVC, Expedia, Lands’ End, Groupon, Nordstrom, Dell, Macy’s and Apple. There are 1482 retailers

If you are an online shopper, please click here to register for an iGive account to help support Whispering Hearts Horse Rescue in Hagersville, ON. It is free and easy to register!

WHHR is also having their 7th Annual Open House Tack and Garage Sale on Saturday July 12th from 8 am until 5 pm. I will be donating some of Maestro’s old things to the tack sale.


Facebook: Whispering Hearts Horse Rescue

1652 Concession 10 Walpole, Hagersville, Ontario N0A 1H0

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2 Replies to “Maestro”

  1. What a beautiful story, Vanessa! I don't think I would be able to share my love for my old horses who have passed on so eloquently. I know that when my current horse Peanut passes, I will be a total mess. It sounds like Maestro was lucky to have you as his partner, and likewise, you were lucky to have him. xo,Aleesha


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