Death

A Hard Goodbye

I had to put Stormy down yesterday. The vet’s best guess was a twisted gut, or possibly an intestinal stone, though only an autopsy could say for sure. But she was in horrific pain, and any possible treatment would have involved surgery. Due to Stormy’s advanced age (not to mention my lack of money) that wasn’t a realistic option.


 

I’ve written before about what Stormy meant to me. She’s been a cherished companion for more than half my life.

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In the two years since I wrote the “Love Remembers” post, Elizabeth has taken a new interest in riding and she and Stormy have shared many a sunny day out on the trails together.

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For 24 years Stormy illuminated my life in one way or another, from the fiery but loyal skyrocket of her youth to the warm and steady candle that cared for my children with such attentive devotion.

 

 

 

I do not know what happens to the souls of horses when their bodies fail. I am irrationally comforted by the dream Elizabeth had last night and described to me this morning, in which she saw Stormy walking peacefully in the paddock past her own lifeless body.

Sweet travels, my dear old friend. You will never be forgotten.

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Tuesday Tales: Cavalry Good, Ogre Bad

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Cavalry Good, Ogre Bad

“I’ll see what I can do.”

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Long Day

My old mare Stormy will turn 21 years old in March. In April we will have been together for twenty years. We were bold adventurers and fearless explorers in our younger days, but she’s grown past the age where tearing up and down mountainsides or facing down calves in a cutting pen holds any appeal for her. I’m training a young filly for new adventures, and Stormy has become my daughter’s horse. The quiet life of a child’s trail mount suits her just fine these days.

She is precious to me beyond words, an indelible part of my internal landscape.

This morning as I was getting ready to drive the kids to the bus stop, I saw Stormy lying down in the corral. She loves to take naps on sunny afternoons. Not on cold mornings, on frozen mud. And there was something about the stiff-legged way she lay there that made my heart sink into my stomach.

I went out to her and she got up, but the second I walked away from her she lay back down and started to roll. Classic symptom of colic. Her silvery-white coat was heavily caked with mud and sweat, and by the looks of the ground in the corral she’d been rolling around for some time.

I had to get the kids to the bus, but I ran in, woke up Steve, and told him what Stormy was doing. He came out, got her up again, put a halter on her and started walking her around the pasture. She kept trying to lay down and roll; it was hard to keep her on her feet and moving.

When I got back, I took over walking her while Steve called the local vet. For once old Zaddick didn’t fuss and complain about making a ranch call; he said he’s been getting an unusually large number of colics lately and most of them haven’t ended well. He said he’d be right over, and he was.

He looked rather grim as he checked her out. Her heart rate was alarmingly high, her gums were pale, she was in excruciating pain, and there was deathly silence where the rumblings and gurglings of a healthy gut should be. He shook his head and said it didn’t look good and we shouldn’t get our hopes up for a happy ending. I could barely wrap my mind around the words.

He gave her a sedative and some painkiller, and then gave her the standard mineral oil treatment. If you’ve never seen this procedure, basically it involves running a plastic hose into the horse’s nostril, down her throat and into her stomach. Then a mixture of mineral oil and warm water is pumped in through the tube. If the colic is caused by a simple impaction, this usually gets things moving again. If it’s caused by an intestinal stone or a displacement (‘twisted gut’), then the only answer is surgery, and for a horse Stormy’s age the kindest thing is to just put them down.

Zaddick said the sedative should wear off in twenty minutes or so, and then she could be walked around some more. The painkillers would last longer, a couple hours maybe depending on the situation. By then she should have either had a decent poop or two and feel better, or she would go back to lying down and rolling, in which case we should call him back to give her a humane death.

That was about six hours ago. She’s obviously feeling much better; she hasn’t laid down or rolled since the meds wore off. She has drunk a lot of water, which is good, and she has nibbled halfheartedly at the bran mashes I made for her. She wants to go back in with the other horses. Best of all, when I press my ear to her belly I can hear things gurgling around in there. But…we’re still waiting for that one good poop that will tell us all is well. Until that happens there’s still the possibility of serious problems and a bad ending.

I think she’s going to be okay.

I hope she’s going to be okay.

This has been a very long day.

[Addendum: Right after I posted this, I went out and got her walking around again. And right after that, she made a perfectly lovely poop. HOORAY!!!]

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Grandma’s Song

I loved this song back in the day. I haven’t been able to lay my hands on a good copy of it (the version they offer at iTunes is kind of odd) until now. This is a beautiful live performance by Gail Davies; she wrote the song in memory of her grandmother:

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Otis Fosmo, 1917 — 2007

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Pictured at age 88

Saturday my grandfather’s family and friends gathered in his home in Phelan to pay their last respects and share their memories and stories of this unique and wonderful man. I learned things about his life that I’d never known myself, and I enjoyed reading the obituary that had been printed in the Daily Press, his local newspaper. I’m posting it here in its entirety (the photos are mine). It’s kind of long, but then my grandfather packed more living into his life than most people do.

Otis W. Fosmo, son of Orin and Sadie Fosmo, was 90 years and 43 days old when he died from a lung tumor, in his bed, as he wished. He was being taken care of by close family members and the exceptional hospice employees through the Visiting Nurses Association. Thanks to all.

Otis chose to leave while he had a clear mind and a strong grip, and was still able to walk.

Otis was born in Burnett County, Webster, Wis. He was the oldest of eight children. He was the son of a successful farmer. When the depression hit the family hard, his father worked with the WPA.

Otis graduated from Milltown High School in 1935. He joined the Civilian Conservation Corps after graduation, as he was too young for the Works Project Administration.

The family left for California in 1936, making it only as far as Denver, CO. While working for Gates Rubber Co., he met his future wife, Helen. They married May 29, 1940. After arriving in California in 1942, Otis left for Alaska to work on the Alaskan Highway as a carpenter. After 18 months he returned to California to join the United States Navy in the submarine service. After his discharge, Otis and his family settled in Woodcrest. Otis was very active in the community, being a charter member of the community club, and a member of the volunteer fire department. He was also a volunteer with the sheriff’s department.

phelanhouse.jpgWhen Otis became a widower in 1966, he moved to the Baldy Mesa Area in Phelan. He built his house and garage, fabricating the trusses for both. He was part of the Carpenter’s Union from 1942 to 1972, working on Inland Empire schools, churches, University of California at Riverside, University of Redlands, Kaiser Hospital, and the surveying of San Jacinto Community College. He also worked on Cajon Pass. His last job before retiring at age 54 was working on the bridges on the south side of Lake Silverwood.

He was fond of saying he “never stopped working, just no longer has a boss.”

In the 40 years he was in the Victor Valley area, he was active in the Phelan Phun Days Parade. Otis enjoyed many years of western dancing. He also enjoyed land sailing on El Mirage dry lake beds.

Otis drove a Meals On Wheels wheelchair van during his late sixties and early seventies, often filling in with extra weeks of driving.

In his middle seventies to middle eighties, he maintained approximately six miles of roadway along both sides of Highway 395 as part of the Adopt-A-Highway Program. Occasionally friends helped.

Even after giving up the highway, Otis continued to care for the earth he loved, becoming well known at recycling centers and the Victor Valley and Hesperia Hazardous Waste centers. Otis often referred to himself as an environmentalist and an advocate for recycling. In his later years, he often said that “the earth has been good to me, so let’s take care of it.”

wlbrw.jpgSet free by retirement, Otis looked for ways to give new “life” to every discarded item he came upon. Many of his creations received the admiration of both family members and friends alike.

Otis expressed a gratefulness for the USA and its ability to recover from the Great Depression; the Civilian Conservation Corps, the Alaskan Highway, the US Navy during wartime and the Carpenters Union allowed Otis to fulfill his ambitions in his life. Social Security and the Carpenters Pension Fund provided a comfortable retirement.

As a father, he often spoke to his sons, Dana and Vaughn, of the joys of traveling, camping and boating.

During his twenty years as a father-in-law to Jaime Lynne, Otis developed a great admiration and appreciation for her. He often said, “You are so pleasant.”

Otis appreciated each day, from the sunrise, coffee, and and waiting to receive his first phone call in the morning, to the beautiful sunset at the end of the day. During moments of enthusiasm for life he would often say, “this is good,” or some variation of those words.

Otis will be greatly missed by all his family members and close friends.

Private services are being held by the family.

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