Rainbow Bridge - Edited for Horses

Author Unknown

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When a horse dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run with the wind and enjoy the companionship of their own kind.

There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable; fear and worry free. All the horses who had been ill and old are restored to health and the vigor of youth. Those who were abused, hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we would want to remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The horses are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind, so long ago. In each mind there is a "someone" who was kind, gentle and loving. One someone who took the extra step, stayed the extra minute, reached out and touched with love, even once.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, galloping over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy nickering rings in your ears and a velvet muzzle nuzzles your face; your hands again caress the beloved head and you look once more into the big, trusting eyes of your special love and partner, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

This winter has proved to be one of the most difficult in DHAPS 's history.  The weather has been the worst that the UK has seen in 250 years.  Dartmoor is used to long hard winters, so snow is often on the agenda, but this year it has been rain, rain, rain the appearance of snow only once briefly.  The paddocks are water logged and turned into mini lakes with the springs having nowhere for the water to go except upwards.  Unfortunately all of this has a detrimental effect on the boundaries and fencing.  The banks have been weakened and the fencing compromised.  It is impossible to get a contractor in and across the fields in their vehicles so poor Sian, Ann and Karen have had to become adept with nails and hammers to mend the ever increasing fencing problems.  Roland and Alison have tried many times to repair the worst but every time the heavens open.  Hopefully Spring is around the corner and warm sunny days will be on the agenda.  We all feel at this time, we need to see some sun.

RIGHT Picture of Karen gamely carrying on though all the mud. We are sure she didn't sign up to all of this!!!!!

We are sorry if we haven't returned any phone calls recently.  We had a huge thunderstorm and the telegraph pole was hit by lightening which literally blew the information box off the pole and burnt all the wires.   We waited for along time for BT to turn up and mend it along with other people in the hamlet.  Even then after they had finished the telephone wouldn't work, so all the wires into the tack room are having to be changed also. 


 HEATHCLIFF 1992 - 2014

We are very saddened to report that our beloved Heathcliff passed away on New Years Day.  He had a heart murmur and subsequently died of a heart attack.

He was a very loveable but very mischievous little Shetland who came to the Sanctuary in 1992 along with two others, Boris his faithful companion who has now thankfully teamed up with Pippin and Freddie who is residing with the Police horses in France.

At four months old Heathcliff and his two friends were taken off Dartmoor and put into one of the Drift Sales at Ashburton which are held every year in October. The only people wanting to purchase these ponies were the meat trade for just a few guineas.  Sylvia who had gone especially to try to buy Freddie couldn't resist Heathcliff and Boris, so all three made their home at the Devon Horse & Pony Sanctuary.  Heathcliff went out on loan to a family but in later life returned and spent the rest of his days with his chums at Southcott.    RIP Heathcliff you will be missed by all of us, although probably not by the farrier who would have to chase him around and rugby tackle him to the ground - very funny to watch.  He seemed to have a sixth sense and knew when it was farrier day, so no one could catch him not even with his favourite polo's.  If you would like to read more about how these lucky little ponies came to be with us at the Devon Horse & Pony Sanctuary please click on the picture below.