I just realized I did not post a quote yesterday. The day is actually a blur, static screaming in my ears, and sorrow filling my heart.
When i walked to the barn yesterday morning and turned the corner to the paddock I saw my horse there on the ground. She was old and her health was not good; her body was giving up on her.
My heart protested, and I called her name. She raised her head and nickered to me in response.
I ran toward the barn, through the fence and sat by her. She again raised her head, looking at me and nickered softly. I stayed, rubbing her neck, talking to her telling her it was okay, it was time to go.
Our other horse stood near by, sometimes prancing and nickering to her friend. She would come close and smell and gently touch her pasture mate. She knew what was happening because it had happened once before.
After a time, I went to the house and told my husband and I called the vet asking them to please come and help with my sweet mares passing. Then I went back and sat talking to her, rubbing her, and hopefully helping her be calm. She knew her time with us was over.
We waited for an hour or so until the vet arrived. It was such a sad time, just her and me.
My husband was there briefly and looked at her from a distance, and started to walk away. I called to him and asked if he was going to come say goodbye. He has a difficult time processing his emotions. He hesitated and then climbed through the fence.
It torn my heart as she heard him and she lifted her head nickering to him and trying desperately to get up.
When the vet arrived, it was just us three females. the horse, myself, and the vet. I am glad I had the capacity and the compassion to be there with my sweet horse as she eased into death.
Somewhere…somewhere in time’s own space, there must be some sweet pastured space where creeks sing on and tall trees grow. Some paradise where horses go. For the love that guides my pen, I know great horses live again.”Stanley Harrison
Thank you for reading.