Razz is an older black mare who has been through a few hard times in her days. She has joined our herd now, where she is very well loved and cared for. Razz has a star, snip, lower lip, and 2 hind socks with irregular edges. She stands just over 15 hands and is a FABULOUS mover. Her sire is by Windrush Diablo, a black grandson of Royal Zaltar and Canadian National Champion Trail Horse, Surcharge+/. Her sire's dam is the gorgeous bay Raffon++ daughter, Rose of Raffon. A full brother to her sire is the incredible stallion Iliamo Azerbaijan, a Warmblood Approved stallion who has sired sabinos! Diablos Shetan has sired a number of foals with extensive white markings, including at least one with disconnected white and one with white to the knees & hocks. Her dam is a Bagdad daughter (Bagdad is a 3/4 brother to Azraff, and sire of Preacher Man), with a tail line going to Geym, Image and multiple lines to Indraff. Razz has been tested as homozygous for BLACK by UC Davis VGL.

Razz's foals include:

• Iliamo Blk Sultan - 1996 black stallion by Princ Achmedbasam
• Illiamo Tatyana - 1997 black mare by Illiamo Sir Dante
• Alana Chandra - 2009 HOMOZYGOUS BLACK sabino filly by Saba Mashaali
• pending 2011 black foal by Sir Spattson

November 2009

Summer 2009

Razz when she first arrived....

Somehow, this poem seems appropriate...

At The End of the Day

{Author Unknown}

It was dark in the barn at the end of the day. Beside her proud dam, a newborn foal lay.
The mare stood and bowed down her head, the foal tried to listen to the words that she said.
Her words were too soft for her small ears to hear. She struggled to her feet and she drew her near.
"Mama, I am not sleepy, I want to have fun. I want to run with the others and lay in the sun."
"Hush, little one, this is the time that we pray for those who suffer at the end of the day."
"Dear Lord, we are thankful for all we receive, the world’s not as hard a place as we once believed.
No longer must we hunger, shiver or thirst. Our needs are now met, our ills are now nursed.
But there are too many horses unfortunate still who survive every day, through force of sheer will.
They never are petted, pampered or brushed. Have never had a human in which they could trust.
No blankets, no turnouts, no time just for play, and Lord how they suffer at the end of the day."
"No child to whisper soft words in their ear, no owner that comforts when they know fear.
No soft hands to pet them on neck and on back, good food and warm shelters not all that they lack.
They get no attention when they are not well, locked in their stalls filled with filth, they already know Hell.
Often beaten and starved they hang down their head, to wait sweet release that only comes when they’re dead.
They get no soft bedding on which to lay, little food and no love at the end of the day."
The foal’s eyes they widened with fear and concern. The mare nuzzled her gently and licked her in turn.
"My baby, do not worry, you’ll never know hunger. You’re days will be secure and filled up with wonder.
Not long ago I was one of those suffering, deeply in pain, no kindness, no soft words, no shelter from rain.
Before you were born our rescuers arrived, and I knew when you came that you’d surely thrive.
Sleep now, my child, our Angels are near," she neighed, "and know we truly are thankful at the end of the day!"

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