I can put your mind at ease about this beautiful soul.
Fizz (Flizzard) was with me for the last 16 years. She crossed the rainbow bridge peacefully surrounded by love on January 19, 2024. She was my one and only horse, and the best thing that ever happened to me.
Here’s the FB post I wrote about her:
Rest in peace, Flizzard (Fizz)
1994-2024
One day many years ago, I was riding Fizz in an indoor arena. She stopped in her tracks at the door, and wouldn’t go forward. I pressed. I kicked. I tapped. I spurred. But she would not budge. I couldn’t figure out why until I happened to look down at the ground in front of her feet. There lay a very tiny baby bird.
It had fallen from its nest, some 20 or more feet above us in the rafters. And Fizz wouldn’t move until I dismounted and attended to it. Unfortunately, that baby bird didn’t make it. But it was just one of many important lessons Fizz taught me about listening.
I know very little about Fizz’s life before she came to be a part of mine. I know she was born sometime in 1994. I know she’d had at least three foals, and I’m quite sure she was the best mom a little horse could possibly ask for. As I came to know her over the years, though, I grew to understand how each separation and each loss she endured broke her great, big, gentle heart all over again.
Today I am the one with a broken heart. We helped Fizz cross the rainbow bridge this morning at the home where she’d spent the last 11 years. She’d had a rough morning, but she was calm and was not in pain. Her friends were near. She was in familiar surroundings. She enjoyed helpings of all her favorite treats, and was her big, brave-girl self to the end.
She was my best friend and confidant. She wasn’t always easy, yet she was kind. She didn’t approve of nonsense, yet she was patient. She worried about all her friends, and always kept tabs on them to make sure everyone was okay. And she was always there to help me feel a little better, no matter what turmoil I was going through.
I was so lucky to have been entrusted with her care for the last 16 years. It wasn’t always easy, but I wouldn’t trade a moment. She grew my heart every single day, every moment we had together. I will always be so grateful for everything she taught me - about patience. About loyalty. About being there. And about listening, and noticing the small, quiet, important things.
Goodbye my “Scout,” my “Fizzabella,” my dearest, sweetest friend. Graze and run free with all the loved ones I know you’ve missed so much.
And a big-hearted, chestnut-mare thank you for all the love and care Fizz received over the years from Foxmerle Farm, Ocean State Equine Associates, Avery Gauthier, Leah Limone DVM, Flatlands Equestrian Center, and to the countless Friends of Fizz (far too many to name here) who were there, time after time, to help me love her. She was, and I will eternally be, grateful for you.
I was a middle-aged hack amateur rider, so Fizz didn’t have to do much except tolerate my nonsense. Somebody put some dressage training into her somewhere along the way, because she knew more than I did. But - though she tried to be a good girl - she didn’t much like jumping (I always wondered if an old injury might have been at play).
But I was perfectly happy to play at flat and groundwork several times a week, so, other than a handful of small schooling shows, she had a pretty pressure-free life.
She could be a silly spook, and because I had no stick, I ended up on the ground a lot. But otherwise Fizz was as sweet as could be, and she was a downright institution – absolutely the grande dame – at the barn where she finally passed just last week. She was a tough ol’ gal, but her heart truly did break every time she had to say goodbye to one of her family (everyone was her family).
I loved her ferociously, and there’s an enormous hole in my heart without her. I would love to see photos of young Fizz, but it’s been so many years, it seems the links here in this thread no longer work.
In case you can see her Facebook page, here’s the link https://www.facebook.com/fizz.book1994
I hope one day you see this reply and that it gives you comfort to know she lived a good, long life and died with love and dignity.