The sorrel foal came into the world looking skeletal, totally famished from his journey. His dam, a 15 year old Thoroughbred brood mare, lay exhausted in the straw.
At day 1, too tall to walk under his dam!
Here we are at >1 week
My mom and a one month old Duffy.
At 4 months. A total brute.
Enjoying himself! Duffy spent his first 18 years at the homestead. He was a rare find, an amazing specimen that never came even close to fulfilling what could have been a fantastical career.
My mom and Duffy circa 2000.
Me and Duffy 2008
I wish he had come into my life at a different time, he could have been a life altering force had he been around when I was 18. In my entire semi expansive riding career, he was hands down the most physically talented horse I had ever had the sincere privilege to ride.
We found out tonight that Duffy had colicked and had to be put down. He was the last of my Mom's horses. Unfortunately we had to leave him when we moved in 2009. Too late to be anything less than one of those life's regrets.
Duffy is running in the clouds now, that thunder you heard the other night? Maybe it was him...
Rest in peace Duffy.