Izzy's birthday was yesterday. He turned nine. Where does the time go? I feel like he just joined my little family. He was six when I bought him two and a half years ago, but in no time at all he'll be ten, and then when I am not looking, he'll be a teenager. Yikes!
Slow down there, Missy! He's not dead yet. I remember when my mare, Montoya, hit her teens. She was nine when I bought her, and it seemed as though time was flying by us with the best years of her life already gone. Eventually, time settled down, and I found that I enjoyed her even more in her teen years.
It's been the same with Speedy. He turned thirteen this spring and just seems to be getting better and better. I've owned a lot of horses over the years, two of them until their deaths. The rest were with me for a number of years, but none as long as Montoya and Speedy.
I can't say for how long I'll have Izzy, but I sure hope it's a long time. He's really started to grow on me, you know?