Jessi and I went and she spied Rayne right away and wanted her desperately. I saw Gracie, our percheron, and the two girls came to us shortly after. We named them both 'princess' names because we though they deserved to be treated as such for the rest of their lives. Rayne was also named for her 'chestnut raindrops'.
When we got them, they were both very underweight still and ate thistles and weird stuff. Frustratingly, a bought of pneumonia had gone through the herd after we had seen her and the hay was not the best and Rayne arrived with heaves. The picture below is one of her first days with us.
We rode her for the first time after she had been here about a year and shortly after that Jessi and Rayne were always touring around bareback or hanging out in the barn getting beauty treatments. Rayne would stand herself on the crossties if she felt it was time for some attention. (and absolutely refuse to move or move when asked but glare at you for ages after) She was a gentle kind princess.
About a year after that, we noticed that her pasterns were really dropping and each year became a little worse. The problem was that she adored doing her lessons and when her lesson people came, she would simply plant herself in the way until we used her for it (with boots). We taught a lot of bareback walking with her and only light kids.
Last year, she began to grow a tumour on her tummy. It was attached to the body cavity so removal was impossible even if in some part of my brain, I considered putting that poor horse through that surgery I couldn't.. but I wouldn't have.
Because of her heaves and age (we were never sure exactly but we guessed 26 this year) Rayne ended up around the barn where she became our official greeter. She would gently lead people back and forth to the barn. She adored people of all ages but kids were her favourites. One young lady came for lessons here and had a huge social phobia and was selective mute. One lesson with Rayne and she was joking and laughing with me about the horse and riding.
Her quiet gentle ways have won over so many people that were scared of horses.
In June of this year, we had a few days of very humid weather and her wheezing was worse than it had been in years. Even shots of steroids were doing little. She was almost walking on her pasterns and she was sitting on the fence or barrels a large amount to take the pressure off her hind legs. The tumour had grown over the winter by two fists size and I knew it was time to let our angel go. She left for the rainbow bridge shortly before noon on June 2,2012.