Gallant III July 9, 1994 - February 6, 1997

Gallie was humanely put down at St Hyacinthe Vet Hospital in Montreal after complications following surgery. His sire was Evensong and he was out of a Grade A Rhinelander mare from Germany. Gallie has the looks the movement, and the heart to go all the way to Grand Prix dressage, we were going to do it, but not any more. Check out the information below for The Gallie Memorial Fund out of The Equine Research Centre at Guelph University, in Guelph Ontario Canada.

Voices are whispered in your ear soft and friendly Strokes are giving day and night of which you felt confort and trust One person gave all her heart to your shape your head, eye and fur One person had emotional feelings for you though you maybe didn't know it that well You saw a path which was shiny and bright the path was made of strokes of fresh green grass You followed that path with your gentle hoofs An easy walk made the grass shrink and rise again At the end of that path you saw a shiny herd; groups of peacefull horses where galloping in freedom You desperately wanted to follow that hird but something made you stop, a feeling inside of you which knew that if you would follow you would never see your beloveable person again Your instinct and mind made you choose for the herd, for your fellow animal friends In a full gallop you ran behind the stampede, trying to catch up. You were afraid that you couldn't reached them, all your energy was used to get near to them Your heart made you fly... Finally you had reached the herd There were lots of friendly horses which welcomed you openly. You made new friends for life; Gifted, Jappeloup and Jus De Pommes are only some of them...

By Astrid Appells

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

"Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow;

I am the diamond glints on the snow,

I am the sunlight on ripened grain;

I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there; I did not die."

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal 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 and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who have been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. 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 begins to quiver. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying 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 kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together ...