(Today I was browsing through the message board of Habitat for Horses where founder, Jerry Finch, often leaves a literary morsel or two for sharing and introspection. I came upon this small piece and was prepared to enter it here when I realized that it was actually something that I had written, years ago, and my good friend, Jerry, thought enough of it and me to save it and then share it with the membership. I was touched to tears as I had not only lost it but had forgotten about it yet my brother in spirit brought it back as if it were a precious gift…and I thank him from the bottom of my heart – R.T.)
‘She has tears streaming from her eyes. Her mouth is twisted into a half frown.
I have never seen this sort of expression on her before. She always smiles when she is near me, the corners of her mouth turned upwards. This new expression brings me pain as I can feel her hurting and I do not want that to be so.
She has been my friend and provider, I do not want her to be unhappy. I can not understand why she is unhappy now. This should be a happy time, yet she is so sad. She should be glad for me, glad that the pain is slipping away. She should be excited that I can hear the herd calling me from across the bridge.
My soul is feeling young again and I am so anxious to move on. She should know these things…her heart should be happy for me. I love her so.’
The old gelding lay in the stall, his head resting on her lap while she gently
stroked the side of his face and gazed into his big brown eye.
‘I love you so for all you have done and for being with me now, I love you more than life itself.’
He stared up at her.
‘Thank you, please…thank you for who you are and what you do. You saved me and cared for me when others had turned their backs to me. You fed me when I was starving and comforted me through many illnesses. You are my savior.
I hear my brothers calling me, they are excited that I am coming, but understand that in their calls they are saying thank you to you, also. I have to go and run, run like the wind, run free as I once did many years ago.
Be happy for me.
I am free and you let me go.
It is time.
I love you.
I thank you.
I will always live in your heart.
I will be waiting for you.
I am running…..’
She continued to sooth him and stroke the smooth dark fur on his cheek for quite some time after his breathing had stopped.
She slowly rocked to the gentle rhythm of her sobs.
The others had walked away to give her this private moment.
She leaned forward, closed his eye, gently kissed his cheek and whispered, “I
love you too”.
She carefully slid out from underneath his massive head and gently placed it on the shavings.
She stood for a moment and allowed her eyes to flow over the now quiet body that lay at peace in the stall.
The tears returned, she nodded and spun on one heel to walk away….and from far away she heard a distant whinnying, an echoed call of joy and the thunder of running hooves vibrated within her soul.
She smiled and was at peace, too.
“May the Horse be with you!”
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