I actually promised myself I wouldn't do this, but here we are, I'm crying in a Firestone over this handsome boy. 💚💚 Dynamite was an old soul. He took care of me and anyone else who came in contact with him (except my mom🤣): his therapy kids, the pony rides, the many many screaming terrified children. Nothing phased him except rogue plastic bags and logs.
The day Dynamite passed replays in my mind every day. After 6 years, I hoped to be healed, but instead I've been blessed with some peace and reminder that I was the little girl who got her dream filled of owning a pony.
On August 12th, 2013 I was eagerly getting ready to move in to RMU. Panic! At the Disco had just early released "This is Gospel" for their upcoming album. I had planned on going school shopping, dying my hair fire engine red, and packing. I had already planned on going to the barn, but I received a call from my mom that he had colicked and the vet was already there. I was told not to worry, he was fine. I went up, walked him around like normal, stayed a couple hours and left. I'm very thankful I was at a barn that I knew would continue to watch him. I was at Target with my tiny family. We we're loading the trunk when the vet called, Dynamite colicked again, get here as soon as possible. That 30 minute drive seemed to last seconds. My phone died, I remember my last couple texts were about if I had heard the new Panic! song, and I wasn't really able to fill anyone in on what was happening. I walked into the indoor arena, Dynamite, heavily drugged looked... different. "It's not good" I remember her saying. I was given my options. I made a decision. I got my scissors and starting cutting his forelock, mane, and tail. I didn't want to do this, but I had to. I know my decision was right even though it still stings. I am thankful that someone has the power to take misery and pain out of an animal's life. He didn't deserve to live in pain. Ever. Dynamite was going to continue to colic. He was 28, I had to be realistic, even though it broke my heart. My best friend was leaving me because he had to.
The first day I ever met Dynamite he was 200lbs underweight. He could barely be ridden....