Lusann Sedelmaier
1960-2009

There is nothing like loss and the ensuing grief to test the fabric of a community. 2009 has revealed the tight knit Paradigm group to be a strong one, as we have endured a staggering number of losses.
Most recently, Kalypso was euthanized after developing a rapidly progressing neurologic condition. His warmth and character, not to mention his incredible talent has left a monstrous hole that will be a daunting task for any horse to fill.
Penny has been as much, or more, of a part of Paradigm Sporthorse than anyone. Rare was a day when she was not trit-trotting around behind Becky. She was an endearing, bright little fur person with a huge soul who worked her way into the hearts and laps of everyone around her. A day doesn't go by without the thought of her.
Lusann Sedelmaier was a long time client of Paradigm Sporthorse. Her indominable spirit, bravery, and good nature during her brawl with ovarian cancer was an humbling inspiration to those around her. Her loss is devastating.

Korenbloem Kalypso
1993-2009
When Change died my mother said that I had lost the only being on the planet more devoted to my safety than she----the truth in her words still echoes in my mind. Change was a scrappy character, and I won't say he was easy on the world around him (although, like a fine wine he aged to perfection!) ---but he lived and breathed to be with me. He was distressed when I was sad, by my side in all situations, and well deserving of his nickname Goofy in happy times.....he was my most treasured companion. Sometimes I catch myself calling him to the car or the house---and sheepishly I hope that doesn't change!
Gainsborough (Goldy)
1995-2010
If there was ever an animal that deserved a tribute, it is Goldy. He taught innumerable riders what it felt like to ride the FEI movements, and what it felt like to ride a horse that would have otherwise been out of reach. He was as generous and honest a schoolmaster that ever was.
When his owner, Lusann, was battling terminal cancer I can't say he was the bombproof saint I wanted him to be. But, everytime she was recovering from chemo he would trot softer, pirouette more easily---as if he were carrying a Faberge egg. He was a soft, kind, emotional spirit---a privilege to have in our lives.