The Force of the Horse

An Equine Christmas Story: We Were There

Excerpt from  “Straight from the Horse’s Heart” and commentary by author R.T. Fitch

The Season of New Life Brings many Changes

Reprint from December 2011: Today is Sunday, precisely one week before Christmas so I tender for you, this day, an original equine related Christmas story.  But today’s story tugs at my personal heart-strings with more vigor than necessary.  This tale was written several years ago, immediately after the loss of my German Shepherd companion, Nikki.  With her passing many creatures were living with a gap in their hearts, this feeling does not only apply to humans but to our animal companions as well.  Her partner in arms and constant friend was Terry’s good buddy, Kenny, a massive white Shepherd that cried, howled and looked for Nikki weeks after her departure.  The story that follows was one I wrote as Kenny and I tried to find our way through our sadness and grief and is forever alive in our book “Straight from the Horse’s Heart“.  The hole is still there but both of us learned to live with it, except that today the hole in my heart is much wider as our good friend and trusty companion, Kenny, crossed over the bridge on Friday, December 16th 2011.  We miss him, even the horses wonder where the evening guardian is that watched over the barn while they ate…it is now so empty without the bouncing, forever happy German Shepherd. 

The breath of new life washes over us in this season of new beginnings and as the wave recedes it takes back with it a little piece of our life, our love and releases the suffering of one who tried so hard to do his job, right up to the very end.  May he, now, rest in peace.” ~ R.T.

It was like any other evening feeding of the horses, yet it was not; or not quite, as something was different.  The air was crisp and cool as Christmas was only a week away in South Louisiana, but the feeling had little to do with temperature or barometric pressure.  There was an electric buzz in the air; the feeling of white noise just outside the audible range of the human ear.  There was something tangible and moving in the barn that night.

I did not pick up on it at first.  Terry, my wife, was off having an early Christmas with her family in Florida, which means that the barn chores and the feeding of all our four-legged children rests upon me when I return home from my office in the evening.  And, at this time of year, it is already dark.  It’s a matter of rushing home, putting the vehicle up for the night, greeting and playing with Kenny, the white German Shepherd who is so excited to see you that he bounces three feet high, dashing into the house to turn on lights, checking messages, changing clothes, feeding the cat; then back outside to dribble the bouncing dog; and into the barn to cook dinner for the equine boys.   Oops, I missed that while in the house I might fix an industrial strength Wrangler Iced Tea to take out to the barn with me, not a requirement, but a nice reward for all the running around.

I scurried into the tack room, flipped on all of the lights and turned up the radio as Christmas music was the order of the day.  As I carefully measured varied degrees of hoof supplement and rice bran with their normal pelletized feed, the thought crossed my mind that my parents, especially my mother, never had the opportunity to see our equine kids nor experience this very special side to our otherwise very busy lives.  I paused from humming along with the radio and reflected on what a tremendous loss that was.  I resumed mixing and humming with a small pang of sadness in my heart.

I went from stall to stall filling up the appropriate feed bins with the proper amount of food.  Each time I exited a stall and went back to the tack room I asked Kenny how he was doing; he sat so attentively out in the driveway.  This simply inquiry would start the bouncing, again.  I’ll never figure out how a 100 lb dog could bounce so high and he made me laugh.  I was just about finished with the mix of the last meal when the traditional and expected three measured knocks came to the back door.  Terry and I have learned to keep the back “horse” door closed until ready to let the horses in as it is such a pleasure to hear those three distinct and perfectly timed and executed knocks.

We know who it is and he does such a good job at it.  It’s Ethan.  He is the King of Knocking, the Guardian of the Food Gate, and the funniest of them all at feeding time. ,

I hollered back through the closed doors that I was hurrying and would be right with him.  With that, I dumped the last bucket of feed in Apache’s stall, walked to the back, and carefully cracked the sliding doors.  Who was standing with his head pressed to the middle of the doors, Ethan, as always.

“Are you ready?” I asked and a part of me picked up on a gentle nod and smile.

The doors were slid open, the breezy gate was swung out and, as they do every night, they came in the barn in perfect order to eat the dinner that I had labored over in preparation for them.

First came Ethan, then Harley followed by Apache and bringing up the rear is the biggest, the youngest and the most fearful, Bart.  He feels more comfortable when they are all tucked away in their stalls with their doors closed so that no one can stick their head out and attempt to bite him as he walks down the aisle.  He actually stops and looks into each one of their stalls and you can almost hear him say, “Ha, Ha, you can’t get me now”.  Hopefully, one day, he will grow up.

Immediately the barn was full of the sound of relaxed munching and filled with the sweet odor of horses and feed.  I looked back at Kenny who only bounced two feet instead of three feet off the pavement hoping that I might sit down and enjoy this moment.  I went into the tack room to pull out a chair and sit in the center aisle of the barn to commune with the horses. My Brazilian hammock, however, caught my eye.

“Ah ha” I cried and snatched up the hammock with one hand while I grabbed the “tea” in the other.  This could be good!

Two quick slips of “S” hooks into the installed tie rings on to opposing stalls and I had the hammock swinging across the center aisle in a heartbeat.  Kenny lay down, as I eased into the hammock, because he knew that this could be awhile.  I sat down with my back propped up and began to swing while singing along with the Christmas music from the radio.

It did not take long to realize that my singing was not appreciated.  Bart began to pound on the stall wall with his right front hoof and Apache quit eating to urinate, on the clean shavings in the stall, in protest of my singing.  I actually was not too offended by Bart’s signal to quit but for Apache to pee in his stall was pushing the envelope a little too far.  I felt rather hurt so I just shut up, set my drink down on the aisle floor and listened to the sounds of the horses mixed with the sound of Christmas.

The music stirred emotions from seasons long past:  seasons of happiness, hope, disappointment and most recently, pain.  But I am the Captain of my ship and I had no intention to sail into dark and murky waters this night.  I simply wanted to let go and feel the companionship of my friends around me.  That’s when I heard the buzz.

At first I thought that the radio was slipping off from its frequency but the music was still there, clearly playing.  The buzz was overriding the music; the “white noise” was multi-dimensional and not strictly coming from the tack room.  I did not make a serious attempt to think about it as the sounds and smells were like candy to my senses and the buzz was only the canvas that the painting of the moment was applied to.  I relaxed.

I closed my eyes and continued to rock back and forth.  There was a feeling of warmth in the barn, while all of those equine souls were inside eating and enjoying.  The buzz, on the other hand, continued to grow.  In the beginning it really was not something that I was paying much attention to but now I attempted to tune into where it was coming from and what it was.  I continued to rock.  I could still hear the horses and the music but now the buzz was growing in volume.  As I continued to mentally identify its source, it was becoming ever more evident that the sound, itself, was coming from within.  It was coming from inside of my head and not related to anything outside of myself.  I was aware that I was humming “Away in the Manger”, along with the radio but it was becoming evident that the white noise was music also.  In that music there were whispers, words, phrases and thoughts being conveyed.  Without knowing it I gave in to the music from within and opened up to the whispers and words.  There were many voices with varied depths and pitches although different they all blended together in song and, it was soul stirring.  I listened and listened and listened until I finally made out the words that were being sung to me.  It came as abruptly and as clearly to me as if a sonic boom had just resonated throughout the barn.  In thousands of voices, from deep within my soul, the words being sung in perfect harmony were “We were there!”

I stopped rocking and the singing stopped; there was total silence.  My eyes popped open and I was looking straight up.  Once they focused I could see two small sparrows in the barn’s rafters looking straight down at me.  They were looking directly at me with calm assuredness.  The radio was silent, only my breathing could be heard.  I sat up and looked at the stalls; all of the horses were looking directly at me, calmly, with their heads bowed.  I then gazed out across the moonlit pasture and could see the little donkey and her herd of cows staring directly into the lighted barn.  Not one of them was moving.  I quickly swung around and looked out the other door for Kenny; he was laying calmly with his head between his paws and his big brown eyes starring right at me.

I went to stand and in the silence the words came again, “We were there!”  I froze.

“We were there that night”, the collective voices continued.

“Wait, what, who?” I started to ask.

“Just listen and absorb.  Do not ask, we will tell.” the voice said.  “We were there in the stable, that night.  All of us in one shape or form.  We were there long before human shepherds and nobles came to see.  We were there to see him take his first breath.  We were there.”

“It is important, at this time, for you to know that we were the selected witnesses, the guardians and the companions of the Son of the Light.  You need to understand that we are closer to the source of goodness and purity than all mankind.  You need to know that your fight for our lives is a just and noble one.  All of you humans who guard and protect us walk in a very special light.  You have now been there too; now you know and now you must continue the fight”, the voice ended.

“Wait!  What do you mean I was there too?” I called.  I stood up and turned around because I did not know who I was talking to.  I looked at the horses, the dog, the birds, the donkey, and the cattle.  ”What do you mean?”

Reality had yet to come to me as I stared into the horses’ eyes.

Again, the voice returned, “You were there, too.  When you opened your eyes, just a few moments ago, what did you see first?” it asked.

I stammered for a second and came up with, “The birds; the birds in the barn’s rafters.”

The voice asked, “What did you see next?”

“Well, I saw the horses looking at me from their stalls, the donkey, the cows and Kenny the bouncing dog, all looking at me.”

“Yes”, the voice said, “And what were the first impressions in the life of the Gifted One when he first opened up his eyes in that stable long, long, long ago”?

“I would imagine that when he first opened his eyes, lying in a manager, he saw the rafters in the barn ceiling with the birds looking down…” I stopped talking so quickly that I almost bit my tongue.  There was a warm sensation washing over me and it was more than just the tie-in and realization of what had just occurred.

I could not speak and was about to sit back down when the voice added;

“Yes, you see now.  You have been there too.  We all have been there yet, few humans can remember.  This is our gift to you.  Carry the light and chase the darkness; we love all of you for what you do.”

Hearing those words, there was something else, I could not then nor can I now describe it.  Perhaps a sigh, perhaps it was a catch as if emotion had welled up but there was something there, not spoken, that touched me more than the words.

In a dreamlike state of numbness I began the process of releasing the horses from their stalls to their pasture; this is done in the exact reverse of the entry process.  I moved like a robot as the power of the words and the moment were still within me.  I opened up Ethan’s stall and he walked out and stood in the middle of the back door as he often does.

Harley was next.  I stood at his stall door and allowed my hand to move down his furry side as he calmly walked by me and out past Ethan.

Apache usually flattens his ears when he sees Ethan in the doorway and chases him out; but not tonight.  When I opened up his stall he calmly walked past us both without any notice.

Finally, Bart was freed to return to the beloved round bale and as he exited I asked him to stop and I gave him a hug.  He gently kissed my bald spot and headed out past Ethan.

I then turned my attention to Ethan; I stood next to him in the doorway and gazed out upon what he was viewing.  The donkey and cows had gone back to grazing in the moonlight and the neighbor’s horses were tucked away in their barn with their heads hanging out.  Our three were all drinking from the trough, together, and the sky was fantastic with the moon and stars.  It was picture postcard perfect.

As he stood next to me I put my hand on Ethan’s withers.  He turned to me and put his left nostril right against my heart which placed his left eye at the same level with mine.  I said, “Merry Christmas, my friend.”  He blinked, turned and then stepped out into the night.  As I watched that big Appaloosa butt dwindle from the light of the barn he stopped and turned.  Regardless of what anyone says, he had the biggest smile on his face that any horse could have.

I lowered my head, pulled my glasses off to wipe the tears off the lenses, closed the back door, walked past the still full glass of tea sitting on the floor under the hammock, turned off the lights, walked out of the barn and stood over Kenny who had still not budged.

“Want to go inside, boy?”, I asked.

He bounced five feet high this time and we happily dribbled each other up the driveway to the house like we were two ten year old kids headed for a game of basketball.

The moon cast shadows of us dancing on our way as the horses continued to hum in the pasture,

“We were there”.

28 replies »

  1. R.T. thank you for the most heart touching writing I have ever experienced from you. It touched a part of my soul that I will treasure forever. My family sends it’s deepest sympathies for the loss of your & Terri’s great loss of a faithful, family member, Kenny. May God hold you close in your grief. Sending the biggest 97 pound, heart felt hug, this old lady can muster.


  2. Dear Rt , Thank You for your Sunday beautiful True Story !!! As always your words and descriptions come from your heart and soul, always a beautiful place, My Deepest Sympathies to You and Terry today, your wonderful friend and companion Kenny I am sure would want for you both to take comfort in knowing that he loved and appreciated the wonderful life he shared with you both …….and the horses that also shared their home and beautiful spirits with him………. I know how you all feel, I lost my 16 yr old German Sheppard Ozzy4 years ago , he also was a wonderful boy who also loved the horses….


  3. R.T., you have given so many of us the greatest Christmas present ever. Why do we rescue, often against such formidable odds? Where does the consuming passion come from? I believe you have answered that question. Eloquently. Merry Christmas and God bless you. And know, as certainly as you know “They were there,” that the precious friends who have gone before you will be on the other side to welcome you home.


  4. Dear RT,
    Sitting here with tears running down my cheeks. So sorry for your loss. Oh what a big hole they leave in our hearts when they pass. I know. I have lost my big old sweet rescued belgian to cancer and my old neufi is the next to go. But we will keep on trucking making a home for more discarded animals and provide them with love and all that they have been denied. Thank you for all you do from the bottom of my heart!


  5. Dear RT… Thank you for being you.. and writing whats in your heart…I love my animals with all my heart.. they are my calm in the mist of the storm.. thank you again…..


  6. I can only say thank you for such a beautiful story, during which I held my breath, waiting for each thought, the smells, the sounds of the horses. No wonder you are so persevering, as He allows you to understand His creatures.
    We lost our beloved Sheltie, Piper, two years ago and miss him every day, but a month ago God united us with an abused Border Collie, Deuce. As we find joy once again with a canine, super loving, obdient guy, he finds that same joy with us. Hopefully in a few months more we’ll have earned his confidence. He will know that when we pick something up, we aren’t going to hit him, when we talk too loud he won’t run and hide, and yes, he’ll jump up on the blanketed couch without our invitation and coaxing. My memories are even sweeter as I am reminded of Piper’s love. May God give you two the peace only He can provide.. To you and Terri I send my love and joy that you were there, and now I can understand, I was there. Hugs to you both.


  7. Thank you RT, tell me have you ever been busy doing something and get the feeling you’re being watched and see one of the “children that past” over on the side somewhere ? It’s a very comforting feeling, they are always with you.


  8. I have a feeling that they will all be waiting for us. Love is the strongest Force in the Universe

    Dear Master

    I explained to Saint Peter
    I ‘d rather stay here
    Outside the pearly gates
    I wont be a nusiance,
    I won’t even bark,
    I’ll be very patient and wait.
    I’ll be here,chewing on a celestial bone,
    No matter how long you may be
    I’d miss you so much
    If I went in alone

    It wouldn’t be heaven for me.


    • Well, Louie, I thought I had it “under control” after R.T.’s story till I read the poem. That poem will be going on my wall, as I move closer to the time of releasing a 13, as well as a 12+ years, companions in the months ahead, as well as staying in my heart forever. Thank for you for a great gift today.


  9. RT, thank you so much for sharing this beautiful experience with us. My deepest sympathy goes out to you and Terry for the loss of Kenny. May God strengthen and comfort you in this time of sorrow.


  10. R.T. I am so sorry to hear of your Kenny’s passing. THe only consolation would be that Nikki and Kenny are together again and watching over both of you and your efforts to make everything right for our beloved wild horses and burros, as well as all the other horses and animals you work so tirelessly to give love and attention. Know that Nikki and Kenny will be by your side with every step and every evening when you feed your beautiful horses. I cried as I read your Christmas story as I have lost Chiffon, Tiffany, Happy, Coffee, Oreo, and, course, my lovely Brandy, and recently a beautiful former breed and show horse named IBN I wanted to adopt from a Sanctuary. I cry for all wishing that we could be together for all the tomorrows, but know, of courese, that God had other plans. Please know that we are thinking of you and Terry and our hearts are with you. It’s hard to lose them at any time but especiall hard when it is around Christmas. My thoughts and prayers are with you and Terry. God Bless You and Terry for all you do.


  11. Your story was one that laid a great memory in my heart R.T. So sorry for your great loss. It greatly touched my heart, and imprinted a memory in my soul. My most deepest sympathy to you and your family and animal family for this loss. May Kenny rest in peace with many other great ones that “were there” and have gone on. God Bless you and yours.


  12. A beautiful and magical story RT. You have our deepest sympathy for the loss of Kenny and you have our hearts and prayers.


  13. RT and Terry, it does my heart good to know you have so many loving friends surrounding you and helping comfort you at this tender time. The holes in your hearts feels like a canyon, without a doubt. They’d be even more gaping if you didn’t have the certain feeling that Kenny and Nikki have been reunited.

    I have a hunch that Kenny is teaching Nikki how to bounce, and now instead of bouncing from earth to heaven, they’re both jumping in the opposite direction, brushing your hard-working, horse-stroking hands with their tails, licking your tear-stained cheeks with their tongues, and closing the raw wounds in your hearts with their smiles.

    On Christmas Day, may Nikki and Kenny bounce over Nevada and Montana and Wyoming (and everywhere our wild horses and burros are imprisoned in pens or targeted for removal) and offer that rare gift canines possess: the generous, forgiving love that banishes hardness from hate-filled hearts and injects a dose of caring and compassion into empty souls.


  14. I have been pondering the loss of Kenny.

    And then I remember the love, care and commitment of his family.

    Good job family!

    I always knew why you do what you do. Thanks for sharing and reminding us that good people ALWAYS do the right thing when it comes to life and death….and knowing when it is time to let go.

    Kenny is proud of you all. And yes, I believe animals have souls; if they didn’t, they wouldn’t strive to survive and give back to the humans.

    God wouldn’t make animals without a place for them on another world….spiritual or physical. God doesn’t make garbage….humans do. (bear with me atheists).


  15. I can relate to your story I lost my 15 year old Staffie to an incompetent Vet practise a few months back, still shaken.Went in with sore back legs came out in a box.


  16. As always, R.T., you set the bar for the rest of us. I’m facing the same situation with the 2 oldest of my “pack” who have been with each other for almost 13 years. Having to make “that decision” has been looming for months as the oldest has “good days/bad days” but always seems to rally. After reading your story, and Louie’s poem, I know when it’s time I will face it with a lot more courage and understanding than I had before reading this post. I hold you and Terry in my heart and know that you will realize both Kenny and Nikki are still “around” you both – especially when you sense their presence/energy near you. Until you are better paid, THANK YOU for all that you both do for us humans as well as the animals. Blessed Be!


  17. RT what a beautiful story. God sometimes has plans for the campanions we love most. Words cannot express the sorrow that you feel when we are given this loss. However, God always has a way of filing that gap and finding another not to take its place, but to take us to a healing place once more. You have been given that special gift to be able to speak softly and hear their voices. You truly have been blessed.


  18. I didn’t write the poem. The author is Unknown. The poem and the video were sent to me by a very dear friend who has loved MANY animals…and rescued many, as well.


  19. What an amazingly moving story, shared from your heart. Cried my way through it and still misty-eyed. I’m so sorry for your loss!

    Animals hear our hearts. I wish I could hear their hearts more clearly and know more clearly what they are “saying”. But knowing they hear mine and understand is comforting.

    Yes, they were there, the four-legged and the winged, and I think they understood the magnitude of the event more fully than human kind did, or now does.

    Christmas blessings on you and yours – (two-legged, four-legged, and winged). May you be comforted, strengthened and encouraged!


  20. R.T. I am so Sorry for the loss of your friend, companion and therapist. Truly there is nothing like the love of a dog, thank you for loving him. He will be in your heart always. Peace be with you, ~ Kathleen


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