Arabian Stallion TLA Halynov Tribute
TLA   Halynov,   our   dear   friend   and   family   member   of   the   last   12   years   and   champion   Arabian   sport   horse   stallion,   had   a tragic   freak   accident,   breaking   his   radius   in   four   places   close   to   the   shoulder.   Despite   the   efforts   of   two   veterinary   clinics, there was nothing to be done; our wonderful stallion had to be put down. He   was   kind   and   gentle   enough   to   be   ridden   trail   on   family   rides   --   even   when   our   kids’   mares   were   in   heat.   He   would   never do   anything   to   hurt   the   children. At   age   14,   our   daughter   Stacie   was   jumping   him   and   competed   in   shows.   I’ll   never   forget   the day   she   took   stacked   cavalletis   5   ft   high   and   brought   him   from   the   barn,   unbeknown   to   me,   and   jumped   him.   I   was   just walking   down   to   the   arena   when   I   saw   her   mid-air   going   over   the   jump   --   breathtaking.   I   didn’t   know   whether   to   chew   her   out, or hug her -- I did both. It   was   devastating   to   our   whole   family   when   we   lost   Halynov.   Our   daughter   learned   of   the   vet’s   decision   to   put   him   down   when she   anxiously   called   me   from   high   school.   She   went   hysterical   crying.   A   friend   of   hers   was   nearby   and   asked   her   why   she was   so   upset   about   just   a   horse.   Stacie   tried   to   explain   it   to   him,   “You   don’t   understand..   he   was   like   my   brother..   I   grew   up with   him.”   That   pretty   well   sums   it   up:   we   all   grew   up   and   learned   from   him   --   his   amazing   heart   and   pride   that   he   showed   at doing   a   good   job   in   his   classes   at   horse   shows.   The   way   he   tool   care   of   Stacie   when   she   was   jumping   him.   The   way   he tackled   jumps   --   they   were   never   high   enough   for   him.   He   knocked   down   the   low   ones   on   purpose   with   disdain. The   way   I   felt when   I   was   flying   on   him   at   the   end   of   our   family   trail   rides   --   letting   him   run   full   our   at   the   end   in   pasture.   I   always   felt   that   I had   harnessed   a   powerful   locomotive.   And   most   of   all,   the   way   he   wormed   his   way   into   our   family,   shaping   our   lives   for   the many years we had him. When   you   are   on   your   last   leg   and   ready   to   meet   your   maker,   all   you   really   have   then   is   your   memories   --   and   Halynov   was responsible   for   many   of   my   best   ones.   I   have   to   add   that   the   feeling   is   mutual   with   our   family.   Mark   cried   for   the   first   time since   the   birth   of   our   first   child   when   he   saw   Hal   take   the   Regional   Championship   in   Jumping.   Halynov   left   us   his   legacy   in   his wonderful son, Riverdance .
Whispering Oaks Arabians Arabian Sport Horse Network
Good-bye old friend
16.2h Russian Stallion Champion Halynov Wins Get of Sire at Santa Barbara Russian Sporthorse Stallion
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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 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 stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. (By Melinda Sue Pacho) We miss you dear friend and still have our memories of the love we shared.
TLA   Halynov,   our   dear   friend   and   family   member of   the   last   12   years   and   champion   Arabian   sport horse     stallion,     had     a     tragic     freak     accident, breaking    his    radius    in    four    places    close    to    the shoulder.    Despite    the    efforts    of    two    veterinary clinics,     there     was     nothing     to     be     done;     our wonderful stallion had to be put down. He   was   kind   and   gentle   enough   to   be   ridden   trail on   family   rides   --   even   when   our   kids’   mares   were in   heat.   He   would   never   do   anything   to   hurt   the children.    At    age    14,    our    daughter    Stacie    was jumping    him    and    competed    in    shows.    I’ll    never forget   the   day   she   took   stacked   cavalletis   5   ft   high and   brought   him   from   the   barn,   unbeknown   to   me, and   jumped   him.   I   was   just   walking   down   to   the arena   when   I   saw   her   mid-air   going   over   the   jump --   breathtaking.   I   didn’t   know   whether   to   chew   her out, or hug her -- I did both. It   was   devastating   to   our   whole   family   when   we lost   Halynov.   Our   daughter   learned   of   the   vet’s decision    to    put    him    down    when    she    anxiously called   me   from   high   school.   She   went   hysterical crying.   A   friend   of   hers   was   nearby   and   asked   her why   she   was   so   upset   about   just   a   horse.   Stacie tried   to   explain   it   to   him,   “You   don’t   understand.. he   was   like   my   brother..   I   grew   up   with   him.”   That pretty   well   sums   it   up:   we   all   grew   up   and   learned from   him   --   his   amazing   heart   and   pride   that   he showed   at   doing   a   good   job   in   his   classes   at   horse shows.   The   way   he   tool   care   of   Stacie   when   she was   jumping   him.   The   way   he   tackled   jumps   -- they   were   never   high   enough   for   him.   He   knocked down   the   low   ones   on   purpose   with   disdain.   The way   I   felt   when   I   was   flying   on   him   at   the   end   of our   family   trail   rides   --   letting   him   run   full   our   at   the end   in   pasture.   I   always   felt   that   I   had   harnessed   a powerful   locomotive.   And   most   of   all,   the   way   he wormed   his   way   into   our   family,   shaping   our   lives for the many years we had him. When   you   are   on   your   last   leg   and   ready   to   meet your    maker,    all    you    really    have    then    is    your memories    --    and    Halynov    was    responsible    for many   of   my   best   ones.   I   have   to   add   that   the feeling   is   mutual   with   our   family.   Mark   cried   for   the first   time   since   the   birth   of   our   first   child   when   he saw    Hal    take    the    Regional    Championship    in Jumping.     Halynov     left     us     his     legacy     in     his wonderful son, R iverdance .

Good-bye old friend

16.2h Russian Stallion Champion
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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 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 stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. (By Melinda Sue Pacho)  We miss you dear friend and still have our memories of the love we shared. Whispering Oaks Arabians Arabian Sport Horse Network