One Last Gift from The Little Horse

Carol Kozlowski shares her final moments with this Connemara wonder horse.
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Carol Kozlowski shares her final moments with this Connemara wonder horse.

We are truly honored that Carol Kozlowski offered to share her story about her final moments with the great Erin Go Bragh, who passed away this fall. This team was truly one I remember cheering for, as they accomplished eventing feat after feat. The word "awesome" is certainly over-used in this day and age, but indeed, this team did inspire awe. (The official obituary follow's Carol's touching tribute.)

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From Carol:

Every rider should be so lucky to have a truly special horse in their lifetime. It means different things to different people. In my case, I had the good luck to be given the ride on " Erin Go Bragh," a Connemara stallion bred and raised by the Harris family at their Hideaway Farm in Geneseo, N.Y.

My journey with "Go Bragh" began late in 1987 when his regular rider, Marion Kenney ( now Thorne) became pregnant with her first child and I was asked to ride him. Many people are familiar with his steady rise up the levels of dressage (through Third Level) and eventing, where he successfully competed at the Advanced level, the highest level of the sport.

Each move up the grades was an unexpected bonus from a horse with a remarkable work ethic. It was an exhilarating time for me. His charisma made heads turn, the judges adored him and he was game for just about anything I could ask of him. It was a 12-year partnership that read like a good book with thrills and spills, injuries and disappointments, more fun and adventures than I could have hoped for. Go Bragh ended his career as the most successful stallion in American Eventing at the time.

He toured at Equine Affair and Equitana, starred in his own video, graced the covers of magazines and calendars and had the ultimate compliment of being cast as a Breyer horse model. At Breyerfest that year, thousands attended, with most standing in line over the course of three days to meet "The Little Horse That Could" and get his autograph. ( I traced the outline of his front foot on whatever was presented for his "signature.") This was stuff I never could have imagined as a horse-crazy kid.

Fast forward about 15 years. It has always been a treat to visit my old friend and know that he lived like a king in his retirement. My good friends, Beth and Stirlin Harris, took great pride in caring for their champion and his longevity certainly reflected their attentiveness. Beth expressed concerns late this past summer that, despite special feed and the lushest of grass, Go Bragh was not holding his weight well. He was starting to show the effects of his age, a robust 30 years. It was time to consider saying good bye.

And so it was, on the finest of October evenings, that I found myself visiting my boy one last time. It seemed to be yet another scene out of his movie, "The Little Horse That Could." A beautiful afternoon turned toward a spectacular sunset. Go Bragh met me at his gate and I noted with a pang of sorrow his sharp hip bones and the ribs starting to show under the beginnings of another well-knit winter coat. He made me smile when he tossed a saucy greeting at the lovely mare in the paddock we passed as I led him to the barn for a few moments of grooming. I was lost in thought when Beth emerged to say hello. When I saw her, I lost the tenuous hold I had on my composure and burst into tears. As she described the extra attention that he'd been given of late and his lack of response to more feed, I could only blubber.

"It's time. It's time," was all I could manage.

Knowing I wanted a little time alone with him, Beth gave me a hug and left us. I set about currying and brushing and combing, tracing the familiar ground that I'd known so well for so long. Even as an old man, he was still handsome and the curves of his hip and shoulder were testimony to the power he'd produced from that diminutive body. The interaction began to take on an almost dreamlike quality as I murmured to my friend what a good, good boy he was. As I led him back to his pasture, I suddenly knew what it was I needed before leaving him. We walked past his gate and down the gentle slope into the jumping competition arena at Hideaway Farm. The thick grass was as green as I've ever seen it and I led Go Bragh across the field to one of the jumps. I knew we were alone, there are hedges surrounding the field, we had the place to ourselves. I climbed up on one of the jumps and as he stood close by, I slid onto his back.

And I felt the years melt away. It was a perfect fit, an absolute rightness. I felt his warmth through my blue jeans. We stood in the field as the sun blazed on the horizon and I swear he perked up a bit, the look of eagles in his eyes when he turned to gaze at the distance with his short fuzzy ears pricked. For a moment, I just sat there and cried. Not because Go Bragh was leaving but because I was so grateful he had chosen me for the fantastic adventure that his life had been. It was the feeling one gets when given a gift so unexpected and special that you are moved to tears.

I steered him around the site of so many wonderful memories in his halter and lead rope, a bareback ride in my sneakers. It couldn't have been more perfect. When we were done, I wrapped my arms around his neck and inhaled deeply. Anyone who has ever loved horses knows that this smell is the finest of any scent and it was earthy and horsey and all the good things I remembered.

I slid off him and led him back to his pasture and removed his halter. I had a few baby carrots in my pocket and I bit them into smaller pieces for him. Go Bragh took them politely and asked me if that was it? I told him yes and watched him turn away. As he slowly wandered away, I softly called after him.

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

One last ride, one last gift. Go Bragh was peacefully laid to rest a few days later. I've ridden horses with more talent but none with more "try" or dignity. I'm so grateful to have had him in my life and to have had the opportunity for a very special good bye.

Erin Go Bragh 1983-1930

Hideaway Farm of Geneseo, NY, announced that their top eventing stallion, Hideaway's Erin Go Bragh died in October at the age of 30. One of the most well-known Connemara event horses of his time, his career culminating with successes at the Advanced level in 1998 and 1999. His pairing with rider Carol Kozlowski was the subject of the highly acclaimed children's video "The Little Horse That Could.”

Owned by the late Edward and Jacqueline Harris, "Go Bragh" flourished as a driving horse before Carol began competing him in 1987. Competing all over the east coast and in Canada, "Go Bragh" quickly became a crowd favorite. His diminutive size often made him an underdog but his triumphs included top events as Ledyard Three-Day, Southern Pines, Groton House Farm and Morven Park.

In 1995, "Go Bragh" participated in a groundbreaking research trial conducted by world-reknowned equine kinematic expert Dr. Hilary Clayton. Her conclusions from this study on the effects that large amounts of "dead" weight have on jumping horses led to the 1997 abolishment of the FEI 3-Day eventing rule requiring all horses to carry 165 lbs while competing on the cross-country portion of the event. The study was conducted at Hideaway Farm and the six horses used made history with the first reliable data collected on the weight requirement.

"Go Bragh"s notority led to a Breyer model cast in his image in 1998, when he was named "Breyer Horse of the Year." He was also included by the Chronicle of the Horse in their top 100 Horses of the 20th century.

His talent didn't go unnoticed by breeders and he sired over 225 offspring over the course of his breeding career. Several of his progeny have gone on to compete at the highest levels of eventing. On a few occasions, he met his "kids" at the same competitions and Carol would find humor in their mutually competitive desire to beat the younger set.

Determined to preserve "Go Bragh"s sterling record, Jacqueline and Carol agreed he should be retired at the top of his game. At the age of 16, an emotional retirement ceremony was held for this champion at the 1999 Genesee Valley Hunt Race Meet, less than a mile from his home. He enjoyed his retirement and loving care at Hideaway Farm, receiving visitors and fans from all over the world.

Carol describes him as one of the very special horses in her riding career. "I've ridden horses with more talent but none that tried harder. He came into my world at a perfect time and the incredible adventures that he took me on were life-changing. I'm just grateful that I had the good fortune to be his partner and I so appreciate everything the Harrises did for him when he was competing and in his golden years of retirement. Knowing he had such wonderful care and left us peacefully was such a comfort when it came time to say good bye to him."