08/27/2026
Yesterday, we said goodbye to Tuscany—the true queen of the herd. She was the kind of horse who knew exactly who she was and never left you guessing where you stood. She first came to the Meadow as Jack’s companion, but after he passed, she settled into a "take me or leave me" attitude that felt more like a cat than a horse—unless, of course, you had a snack in your pocket.
Tuscany was only our second large animal, but her presence was massive. She could be incredibly sweet, but she was a master of boundaries and demanded respect in return. Working with her wasn’t always easy; it required patience, quiet observation, and a willingness to learn her language rather than expecting her to bend to ours. She taught us so much about the dignity of holding your ground and the complex rhythm of the herd.
When her body finally couldn’t keep up with her spirit, we helped her find peace. Tuscany lived life entirely on her own terms, and she left it the same way. She was known, respected, and loved for exactly the stubborn, beautiful soul she was.
The Meadow is going to feel very empty without its queen.
