Time to Say "Goodbye" - Havendjur: 3/25/1990 - 7/14/2012, by Meistersinger out of Firemist

This is the hard part of loving any living thing, and this time it is especially difficult for me.   Firemist Farm said goodbye to Havendjur on Saturday.     Special literally from conception, Haven was the son of my first horse, and my second foal.   Born premature out of the donor mare of an embryo transfer he did things in his own unique way from the start, and defied the odds to the last.   Haven was half normal birth-weight, born with OCD due to his dam's uterine decline, and was never expected to survive.  Not only did this leggy grey fighter survive, but he thrived, and went on to become the best riding partner and friend a woman could have.   He taught me patience in spades, and demanded a sense of humor.  Together we braved search and rescue training and Dressage at Devon.  Always workman-like he was happiest when he was occupied, and lived his final days watching over and teaching the next generation of equines.   With his usual patience, he graciously told me that it was his time to go, then waited for me to hear him, and so was able to leave this world without the struggle that brought him into it.  As one friend said "Not a day too soon, and not a minute too late."

I credit Haven with the good health of so many foals that came after him, for his adversity drove me and so many others far and wide to seek the answers to the difficult questions that are part of development and foal raising.  His legacy lives on in every foal that does not have to struggle because of what he demanded that we learn.

I would like to thank everyone by name who helped us to care for Haven throughout his life, but it would be impossible.   There are too many dear souls who paved the way for his success, from doctors to instructors to boarding stables and of course friends.   Foremost among them would be veterinarians Dr. John Hurtgen, dedicated reproductive specialist, who never gave up on the little premie when many thought there was no hope.   Also  Dr. John Shull,  who I learned was visiting him daily "just to check on him" when I was at work - I never did get that bill.   Dr. Jim Juzwiak, orthopedic specialist, who kept Haven together "with duct tape and TLC" those first years.   Last in chronological order, but definitely not least, is Dr. Michael Harrison whose compassionate care made the last years of life comfortable for Haven, and the last days bearable for 'his' humans.   

Dr. Harrison  encouraged me to speak to Haven as his soul left his aged body behind.  I told Haven the first four things that came to mind:   "Thank You.   I Love You.   Tell Firemist I miss her," and lastly "Find Dr. Hurtgen - he will be among the mares."    I believe the last is true, and if so, they are both truly in heaven.

We will meet again, my old friend.