Tazz is currently in retirement as he turned 22 years old this month, just one year younger than me. Horses usually live up to 30 years old. I’d like Tazz to continue to have a quality of life or eventually a peaceful death. I would prefer that if any choice is made on his death, that it would be done while being rooted and balanced. I would not want the end of his life to be determined by not having sufficient resources to sustain him. That would be a failure I would have to live with and may call for deep forgiveness. To be honest, if his quality of life were to diminish due to old age, I hope his death would be merciful or a prevention of pain. Of course, I would prefer to surrender an authoritative decision over one’s life or relinquish any conquering of nature. I trust that animals have a sense of will and know when to leave this earth. Until then my responsibility is to keep him happy and healthy.
Tazz came to The Bahamas by boat in 2005 when the Florida ports were open to animals for around $1,000. Now a horse can leave the US by boat but only enter by plane, because port and quarantine are now separate between Miami and Fort Lauderdale. So now the cargo plane is the only way.
I hope to be back home with him this summer. I would like to be with him when he leaves my hands.
A bit of history about Tazz
My grandfather George got Tazz for me when I was 9 years old, while George was on his deathbed. My grandfather or ‘My Beloved’ as he was known, began taking me to the horse stables down the street from his home, church and school, when I was four years old. There I would walk a newborn miniature horse or foal named Boomer around the neighborhood. I watched Boomer suckle, grow and wean. To this day Boomer grazes with Tazz. At age six I was finally old enough to ride. My first competition was with Boomer’s mother Tinkerbell. So I sensed my grandfather wanted me to have Tazz as his final gift to me, knowing that I always had a passion for animals.
When my grandfather passed away in 2006, my father began to take care of Tazz’s resources. Though my father got cancer ten years ago, survived, went into remission and retired when I was in high school. So he had to give Tazz to the farm where Tazz can continue to teach children horsemanship and the equestrian sport. Tazz was later retired around 2016 when I was an undergraduate student in Chicago.
By the end of 2017, the stable thankfully gave me a grace period to find a new farm for Tazz since he was retired. I believe Tazz, a horse or any animal being has a right to exist regardless of utility. So I adopted Tazz in January 2018.
I mostly have been maintaining Tazz through my art, teaching art & horseback riding, caring for dogs as well as support from others. I cannot do this on my own.
I’m happy and honored to have been in his life since he was 8 years old. He has been a brother to me for the last 14 years. I am not sure how much longer we will be together, a similar feeling to witnessing a grandparent, even in health, so every moment is cherished and precious. Tazz does not have any major injuries or health concerns. He has had arthritis over the years as humans do. Though I made sure he was regularly seen by a chiropractor and acupuncturist in his youth. Now as a senior horse he takes a mild equine equivalent to Advil that keeps him comfortable. Tazz has had a very healthy life.
Thank you very much to those of you who have supported me throughout time! You truly do assist in providing the ichor to save a life!