12/02/2025
Phoenix Secret-Shawn
1998-2025
Our homebred Shawn left us this morning. It feels surreal to say that, even though at his age, I guess it shouldn’t. Still, some part of me thought he’d kind of live forever.
Shawn was our first homebred, by a stallion John had ridden and known on the track, named Class Secret (one of the last Secretariat sons) and his mare Native Monarch (Ariel). His life started in a dramatic fashion when he was born with an infection that caused him to spend the first week of his life in the ICU. This was the only the beginning of a lifetime of medical dramas. Highlights included stepping on a buried mower blade during roads and tracks at a long format three day, getting attacked by fire ants overnight and blowing up like a balloon, fracturing his fibula, getting stuck in a hay ring, and getting a simple skin infection at a horse show that I wasn’t at causing those who were with him to think he’d broken a leg.
He was, literally, worth his weight in gold.
In fact, that’s why I’m surprised he went pretty quietly this morning, I was expecting more drama, but doing what was expected was never his forte.
Shawn was supposed to be a 16.3 hand chestnut with chrome, as were all the other foals in his sire’s crop. He was a 15.3 hand plain bay with a tiny star. He was supposed to be a mid-level amateur horse, he was a pro’s ride at the top of the sport. He bucked off every person who ever rode him, and he won events at every level from Novice to Advanced. He wasn’t what we wanted, but he was more than we ever dreamed.
He was loved by more than just John and I. His other mother was Sharon White, who did the bulk of his competing and training. John Michael Durr also had the opportunity to ride and compete him before he stepped down from the upper levels. He then took multiple students, ours and others, around for many years up through training level. He was officially retired a few years ago, and has enjoyed his time with his significant other Sundae being fat and hairy. (Keep a good thought for her, she was definitely grieving him).
I will miss him. He’s been in my life the entirety of my marriage (he was born right before my wedding, John and I used to joke we needed to get married to make him a legitimate child). He was the last of the horses we brought with us from Virginia.
Rest easy Scrawns. We’ll miss you.