✨Extravaganza✨ 02/26/2007 ~ 01/17/2022
Sherlock wasn’t just my horse—he was my true warrior and greatest inspiration. Known as The Fenian Warrior in his racing days, he lived up to that name every step of our journey together. Through eight years, he was my rock, standing by me through every milestone—graduating high school, commuting to college, and ultimately graduating—all while teaching me about strength, patience, and perseverance.
After fracturing his radial bone, Sherlock faced every challenge with courage and grace. He stood quietly, splinted and crosstied, never losing his spirit, always fighting to get better. Even in his hardest moments, eating candy and staying strong, he showed me what it means to be brave.
He taught me about the ups and downs of this sport—the highs where we soared and the lows that tested us. Sherlock kept me sharp, but he loved his work, jumping with perfect knees and even delighting in carrying little kids. He pushed me from being a passenger to a true rider, moving us up to bigger jumps and taking us to every big show, from Fieldstone to WEC. He ended his career confidently, nailing our derby goal and proving he enjoyed every moment.
Sherlock is the heart and soul of Barre Equestrian, the reason I strive each day to be my best self. Losing him has broken my heart, but his strength and spirit will inspire me forever. He was the horse with four perfect white legs who loved candy corn pumpkins and earned his place in my heart, teaching me that love and loss go hand in hand in this life.
Rest peacefully, my beautiful warrior. Heaven is lucky to have you—and so am I. I’ll love and miss you forever.
Call Sign Maverick ✈️ 09/21/2013 - 08/01/2026
We honor Maverick—“Call Sign Maverick,” a beloved pony who found his way into our barn family and left us far too soon. It’s easy to celebrate accomplishments and bright moments, but sometimes the deepest love is in the unexpected, the quiet presence, and the unique spirit that touches all who meet him.
I believe animals live shorter lives because they discover their purpose, joy, and happiness faster than we do. Maverick lived fully and loved deeply in his 12 years with us. Though his quirks sometimes tested my patience, there wasn’t a more adorable or dedicated school pony. He took his job seriously and gave so much heart to every ride.
Maverick moved on unexpectedly to greener pastures and endless pop tarts, leaving behind a space that will never be filled. He was with his favorite person in the world when he left, carrying himself with the dignity only a true warrior could.
We never know how long we have with these empathetic souls. So hug your ponies tight and cherish every moment. Maverick’s spirit will live on in all of us who were lucky enough to know him. Rest peacefully, sweet pony—you are deeply missed and forever loved.
No Apologies ✨ Bruiser 1/27/2008 - 10/3/2026
I don’t think there are words to honor a horse like Bruiser. What everyone knows is that he was patient, careful, and loved his job more than any horse I’ve ever met. Bruiser loved his Littles that he taught to trot, he loved to jump which he learned how to do so quickly, but nothing topped a good trail ride for Bruiser. The beginner through advanced, English or western, quiet or with a motor horse that wore every hat, he loved every single minute of it. I loved watching Bruiser take so much pride in his job, the love his people all had for him. But I want to share my own favorite memories of Bruiser.
There isn’t just one, and the ones that mean the most to me were before Bruiser was mine. Those that know how I acquired Bruiser will understand these better but I don’t need to go into detail too much. The video I have of my own laughing and Luxe in the water, Bruiser did that, this week, 4 years ago. Luxe wouldn’t go through water for anyone, but Bruiser gave him the confidence to follow and we had so much fun that day. We went through corn fields, sunflower fields, hay fields. All over and it was the best times riding I’ve ever had. We had quiet rainy times in the barn with just Luxe and Bruiser, cleaning tack as the storm passed. That was my happy place.
A few months later I chased Bruiser down highway 442- he thought it’d be funny to run out when I gave him hay. I ran SO. FAST. Oh the best part was the 4 cattle dogs running with me. We created SUCH a scene. I was so mad at him but couldn’t be mad without laughing.
Bruiser taught me how to enjoy my horses. He taught me it’s not about bubble wrapping them to keep them safe. I had some of the most fun with Bruiser by my side. He was supposed to meet Sherlock before Sherlock left us. Today, Bruiser gained his wings and they met. Both with 4 perfect, blemish free, pain free legs.
Thank you for the memories Bruiser. Thank you for drinking all the Coors I got you even though I don’t think you wanted them all. He was laid to rest with one more beer and my fossil rock from the Little Muncy Creek, I know that was one of his most favorite places. I guess I was your Pebble too, Bruiser.
“‘That’s why we are here, isn’t it?”
said the boy.
“To love… and be loved’”
Give heaven some hell Bruiser, fly high.