The passing of your special horse friend will be handled with the utmost compassion and respect for both you and your horse. We've been where you are...having said goodbye to our own, and understand the heartache this difficult time can cause. As long as law allows us, you can choose to bury your horse here on the farm. We would like you to choose from several trees we have selected in honor of your horse. Planting this new life at their graveside will provide a living memorial for years to come. We will also handle the arrangements for cremation services by Faithful Friends, if you so choose.
A Living Memorial
The beautiful dogwood tree is found in abundance in our pastures and woods on the farm. These beauties usher in spring every year with their gorgeous blossoms. The dogwood is just one of the trees you can choose from to honor your horse and beautify their final resting place.
Memorials to Old Friends
"DOC" Doc's Soft Fellow 1986-2007
Doc was one very special horse. It took years to find him, you know, the kind that took care of your little girl no matter what. He had patience beyond belief and would tolerate whatever Emily wanted to do with him. Maybe it was hours of hair braiding, or swimming bareback in the pond, going to horse shows, or just hanging out on him bareback with friends. He was one of the best horse's a parent could ever ask for. He was one-of-a-kind and is greatly missed.
EMILY & DOC
Emily & Doc
"Sammy" Sammy Cando May 5, 1977 - November 21, 2010
Carol & Sammy
Sammy was the kindest horse I know. And he was my best friend. Bred at Texas A&M University, he was a working cow horse and stud. Then he became a show horse. When I met him he was standing alone in a dark, smelly stall at the back of a school barn. He was for sale because he was “uncooperative”. I was taking lessons and accidentally saddled him up. “You don’t want to ride HIM – he’s no good” they said. Well I DID ride him, and eventually bought him for $500. He was 24 but I didn’t care. I got to see the life slowly return to his eyes.At the next barn clinic a trainer rode him. Everyone watched in amazement as Sammy did spins, sliding stops and roll backs. You should have seen the open mouths of those people who said he was useless. It was pretty funny. Everything I know about horses I learned from Sammy. He never acted up when I had no idea what I was doing. He was so honest and had such a great work ethic. I trusted him and I know he trusted me with his life. I remember those hard days after he had colic surgery. I would sit in the doorway of his stall in ICU and he’d walk over and, drop his head into my lap and fall asleep. He was old but pulled through those surgeries to the amazement of all of us. And he and I kept riding. The happiest hours of my life were spent with him. He died at 33. Stoic and calm and majestic. Rest in peace Sammy old man. You deserve it.
"Sandy" Ann's Sandy Sue 1980 - 2011
Bob and his girl Sandy
What a sweet horse she was. Her heart was big and those soft brown eyes could bring out the best of anyone. She was patient and kind and just a great horse to be around. Sandy had the special task of taking care of kids who needed extra patience and she was perfect for them. It's like she instinctively knew about their special needs. She was the only horse I have ever seen who would practically bridle herself. If you held the bit anywhere close to her mouth she would reach right out and put it in her mouth. It's like she said, "I'm ready! Let's go ride!" She is just one wonderful horse I can't say enough about. We love you Sandy Girl!
"Blackjack" 1978 - 2011
We moved Blackjack to Webers in September of 2010. Blackjack was 33 years old and we knew that the coming winter in llinois was going to be as harsh as ever. We always worried as fall approached as we always thought it would be too much for our 'Old Man'. Blackjack survived myriad illnesses and the last one in February 2010 we really thought he was not going to survive. But he did and even gained all his weight back even with only half of his teeth. He was a happy, gentle horse and he obviously had some more life in him. We only wanted him to be comfortable and happy for the remainder of his life, however long that was going to be.
In July 2010 my friend Jill told me about Webers and that she was taking her old guy, Joe, down to Kentucky to be with Kim and Rob.
I thought this would be a great idea for Blackjack but was unsure about having him so far away let alone make the trailer ride several hundred miles to Kentucky. After speaking with Kim many times about Blackjack and his special needs; beet pulp with medications twice daily and no hay diet and his hind end weakness, Kim assured me that he represented nothing out of the ordinary for her and Rob. They had their own horse who had the same dietary requirements. She assured me that they would look after him with the same care and tenderness as their own horse and those of the other clients. That was it...The vet cleared him for the ride down to Kentucky and off we went in September. Upon arriving to Webers I knew we were truly in horse heaven. We were greeted warmly by Kim and Rob. The horses were unloaded and Blackjack immediately settled in, as if he know he was home. It was going to be the last place on earth that he would live and we were perfect with that decision. Kim and I talked often about Blackjack; she was always available to take my calls, call to inform me of his well-being, to answer my questions and to post pictures.
Blackjack passed peacefully the first week in March 2011. The day before, Kim told me he was happily grazing and came in for the night as if it was any other night. The following morning Kim called to tell me that he was down in his stall and he was peaceful; still alive but resolved to go. She and Rob tried to get him up but he simply did not want to. She put the phone up to Blackjack's ear and allowed me to speak with him. His ears moved. Kim said he heard me. The vet was already there and put him peacefully to sleep thereafter. Blackjack is buried on Webers Farm. He has an apple tree planted on top.
THANK YOU Kim and Rob for caring and for loving Blackjack until his last day.
"Logan" Invest Your Socks May 3, 1998 - March 19, 2012
Logan was a special gelding who loved everyone. He was always happy to see you and LOVED attention! He was a very steady horse to ride, and was perfect for an inexperienced rider to learn on. He had a sweet little jog you could just ride all day long. His personaiity was at the top of the chart! Loving, kind, and genuine. He was also a very patient horse. Logan was a people pleaser and would do whatever was asked of him. He brought joy to those who shared his life, and memories of him will always be special to those who loved him.
Montana "JOE" 1982-2012
Joe at age 30.
Joe was a horse that was a fiery spirit in his youth. He mellowed enough to let my sons ride him safely as he aged, but he always had an air about him...he was a "look at me" type of horse.He was my first horse who taught me so much, took me to hunter shows, traveled many trails with me, but most importantly, taught me real horse/human partnership.The lessons of patience and observance have served me well, not only in my horse life, but with parenting, teaching and relationships as a whole .We all just want to be heard and validated...appreciated and valued for who we are, horse or human.Thank you Joe for validating me in my of path of horsemanship, that at the time I met you, was not the norm.You showed me that what I felt about something, was just as important as the task itself.You are loved and missed by many.
JOE at age 10.
"Sonny" Smoky Winter 1983-2013
Sonny & Crystal
Sonny will probably remain the gold standard to which all other horses should be measured in my eyes. He has been a part of the Weber Farm Family for about 23 years. He has belonged to three families in that time frame, the Krota's, the Mahon's, and ours, and has given everything he had to give to all of us. He was a true all around horse and would do his best of whatever was asked of him, showmanship, horsemanship, western pleasure, english pleasure, trail, and even some reining. He won numerous daily and year end high point awards for several show circuits with different riders. He loved water, whether it was two little girls riding him bareback, double, into the pond, or his trademark drink from the hose as he got his bath before a show. Sonny became one of the most rock-solid, trustworthy mounts anyone could ride. He was a true babysitter. Not one of those horses who was safe but hard to get to do anything at all. Sonny always did what was asked of him and you only had to ask gently, he aimed to please! He didn't take advantage of novice riders as most horses do. Many, many riders cantered for the first time on Sonny as he was so steady. Sonny was completely blind in his left eye for about the last 10 years of his life, you would never now it by his behavior, he trusted the people and horses in his life to watch his blindside for him. Joe was his best buddy the last couple of years of his life. Joe always remained on Sonny's right side so he was always in sight of him. These two passed away both at the age of 30, about six months apart and are buried side by side, and I bet you can just guess which side Joe is on....You were the best Sonny!
"Teddy" RM Cloud Nine May 11, 2002 - June 28, 2013
Roberta & Teddy
Teddy was my first horse, and the horse of a lifetime. He was a red dun Appendix Quarter Horse with a big blaze, four socks, and big, expressive brown eyes. A descendant of Triple Crown winner War Admiral on his Thoroughbred side, he had the heart of a champion coupled with a willing, generous spirit. From his Quarter Horse side, he had an abundance of sweetness, gentleness, and intelligence. And he had an impish sense of humor that was all his own and expressed daily. He was very affectionate and had great love for people in general but he especially cherished little children, taking great care of little girls taking “pony rides” and little hands giving him treats or petting him. He had many horse pals around the barn (especially my friend Sharon’s Rygel who succumbed to colic in March 2012), but wanted very badly to befriend the dogs that accompanied their owners to Green Pastures. I am glad that in his last two months he finally achieved his ambition of having a doggy friend in the Webers’ Ranger.
Teddy was a happy horse and a lot of fun to be around. He was very responsive, and remembered pretty much everything I taught him. When I first had him, I was still recovering from a badly broken ankle and used to mount and dismount from a picnic table. He quickly learned to line himself up to the picnic table, and extended the concept to other suitable high flat surfaces. He also learned to “come” on command, do carrot stretches and drink water from a hose. And he had a quirky sense of humor. One day, I had my back to him while I conversed with a barn friend. Not getting my attention by pawing, he nudged my back and then firmly but carefully grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me, as if to say, “pay attention to ME.” My husband says everyone is entitled to one vice, and pawing was Teddy’s. He’d start with his left front, I’d tell him to “put that foot DOWN”, and then he’d very tentatively pick up his right front with an expression of “well, ok, what about THIS one?” and of course I’d have to laugh.
He was a wonderful first horse, always taking care of me. We had so many good times both riding and just spending quality time. There are many happy moments I will always treasure: many deeply satisfying rides, watching him galloping freely around his paddock, his love affair with grand-daughter Miranda, his attachment to my friend Joanie’s son, our walks around Green Pastures and later Franklin Equine, his many endearing behaviors, and our very last ride, a quiet, happy hack around Green Pastures with Karen McKean and her beautiful Umberto. During the five years I had with him, I learned about the profound connection a person can have with a horse, the joy of the incredible total connection when the reins feel like an electric silken thread of instantaneous communication, the beauty of lightness when it feels like the horse’s feet are barely skimming the ground, the miracle of being able to read each other’s mind and intention. Teddy also taught me about what’s important in life: perseverance, focusing on the immediacy and beauty of the moment, grace, bravery, heart, and above all, love and trust. And he brought many wonderful new friends into my life.
Teddy was diagnosed with navicular syndrome in March 2012. Initially, he responded to injections to his bursae. But an MRI in July 2012 found extensive tendon damage and I immediately retired him. Initially, he went to live at his veterinarian’s facility, but he was bored and lonely. I was thrilled to find Webers Retired Horses, and I hoped that he would have many years of happy retirement, just being a horse and enjoying horse heaven on earth. Sadly, this was not to be. The ravages of the navicular syndrome proved too much for my gallant, beautiful boy. As Gretchen Jackson said upon Barbaro’s death, grief is the price we pay for love. So while I will always carry the grief of Teddy’s illness and of having to make the decision that I had to let him go, I am still grateful that I had the opportunity to spend five years with this special horse. I will miss him and carry him in my heart always.
Teddy taking care of the grandchildren.
"Chewy" Right Hand Man 1988-2014
When I first bought Chewy, his previous owner told me that he had a double cowlick in the center of his star. She told me that a double “swirl” was an indicator of a spiritual, special horse in the Native American world. The horses with this attribute were saved for the medicine men because these horses were said to be “closer to God”. Now, this is a great story and I have no idea if it is true or not, but as far as I am concerned it couldn’t be more accurate.
As the story goes, Chewy was found in someone’s backyard by a trainer who bought him because of his calm demeanor. He was named “Right Hand Man” or Chewbacca for short which was such a fitting name, that I never changed it after I bought him. He was a terrific partner and quite a showman as he took me to many Champion wins as a great Hunter.
As I would change barns and meet many new people, our transitions took us to many barns and many shows. We would go to these new, strange places and there would be people there who knew Chewy. He was way more popular than me and it turned out that he had been a dedicated school horse to many. As I owned him, I would receive pictures of people on Chewy, always having great memories and always consisting of a rider with a ribbon and a big smile on their face.
He brought happiness to many, and he gave me that and so much more. He was my loyal partner and gave me a break from my hectic life and a renewed feeling of passion for competition. My three kids were his sidekick and each of them have wonderful memories. My oldest, David, won a carrot race with him as Chewy would chase anyone with a carrot…don’t tell David, but to this day he thinks it was because he was Chewy’ s favorite. Sam won many Halloween costume contests with Chewy, one year as Han Solo and the real Chewbacca and one year as Batman and Robin. And Chewy was Emma’s first ride at age 24 months. He instilled the love of horses and riding that continues still today for her.
So we said good-bye to Chewy’s double “swirl”, but we feel his soul everyday. We hug our other horses as much as we can and we pray that Chewy’s wisdom and kindness helps us to be the best horse owners we can be. Chewy’s spirit and influence is bigger than ever now.
I am forever grateful that Chewy had the most beautiful retirement possible, where he was loved and cared for every single day. It was the toughest and best decision to send Chewy to the Weber’s and I am at peace knowing he was with Kim and Rob when he passed.
Emma & Chewy
Lauren & Chewy
Sam & Chewy
"Carlo" Lee's Affilate April 7, 1989 - March 3, 2014
"Carlo" was born in Maryland on April 8, 1989 and was registered with the American Jockey Club as Lee's Affiliate. His first start on the track in 1992 was a failure and career ender. His first off-the-track owner purchased him to train as Three-Day-Eventer. She named him Land Cruiser and Carlo was his barn name. Her success with him in that sport far overshadowed his failed racing career.
At age 12, Carlo was up for sale in the Massachusetts dressage training facility where I boarded. It took me a while to realize that this beautiful tall chestnut horse was far better suited to my amateur abilities than the horse I owned at the time. While watching his training sessions I couldn’t help noticing his enthusiastic workmanlike attitude. All it took was one ride to convince me that I had to buy him and I’ll always be happy that I did. Carlo and I spent so many happy days together over the following 12 years. He was a super unflappable show horse and a great buddy. He always had a loud nicker for me when I arrived at the barn and could be a real clown at times. He was loved by two adoring women all his working life. Both his original owner and I visited him in retirement at Weber's and were delighted with his apparent happiness roaming the beautiful hills of Kentucky and with the care he received from the Weber's.
Carlo was known by everyone who spent any time with him as a true gentleman and wonderful horse. He is remembered and he is missed.
"Zarr" El Gazarr June 9, 1983 - June 28, 2014
“El Gazarr” was a 31 year old Arabian gelding retired from Massachusetts. He was originally foaled in California and was at one time quite a show horse. He was even the Canadian Reserve Champion in English Equitation years ago. He had a beautiful extended trot which warranted him the nickname "trotter" by his new owner, Liz, who purchased him when he was 15 in Washington State. He was a beauty to her! His previous family never sold their horses, so Liz was blessed and sort of lucky to get him. Liz turned him into a trail horse and that was quite a job! They then moved to Massachusetts in 2006. By then he was in his 20's and experiencing more lameness. Liz tried to find a barn near her more suited to Zarr’s needs. With the lameness and a recent colic, Liz decided in the spring of 2011 it was time to retire him. Zarr joined Weber’s “farm family” in June of that year. Zarr has been a joy to care for. He had some special needs to address when he arrived and needed to gain some weight. He showed improvement the very first month he was in Kentucky. His best friend was Mikey, who probably outweighed him by four hundred pounds. Zarr might have been little in size, but he thought he was the biggest in the barn! He was the boss! He was the smallest, but was always first at the gate to come in. He loved attention, particularly having his face rubbed. He captured the hearts of many visitors to the farm. Zarr passed away at age 31.