It is with a heavy heart that I post this message. Today two old but well-loved horses crosssed the bridge together; best friends and pasture mates.
Polo was 31 years old and lived with me for almost 27 years. He gave me butterfly kisses and had the softest most gentle muzzle when giving other kisses. He was a fine old gentleman, nobly born,the grandson of a Kentucky Derby winner, an ex polo pony and despite his "loose screw" was such a fun horse. He had lately been having "senior moments" and had begun to lose weight despite eating only slurpy food for the past couple of years.
And Kiva, a 26 year old Paint mare whose job it was to teach the grandchildren to care for and ride a horse. Always gentle with the littlest and always ready with a challenge to the older more experienced kids. She "raised" five grandchildren. She broke her hip about two or so years ago, and still mended well enough to teach the youngest walk/trot. Her arthritis, though had gone beyond what we could do for her.
It was sudden. I had been thinking about it for awhile but had only gotten the courage to make that call last evening. When I called the vet to schedule, he said to call the guy with the backhoe and then we'd coordinate. The guy with the backhoe said he could do it today, the vet said he was available as well, and it was done. The suddeness was hard to take, but now that they are free, I see that it was best. I probably would have kept putting it off. I'll eventually stop crying, and will be able to move on with the wonderful memories I hold dear to my heart.
Four things greater than all things are-
Women and Horses and Power and War.
Better a week too early than a moment too late.
You are a brave soul to let them go.
Know there is a small gray Arabian on the other side of the bridge waiting to show them where the sweetest grass is..
I lost two of my retirees on the same day too (one was planned, the other was not). It is hard! I'm coming up on three years, and now I can remember the good times and the sharp pain I felt when they died has mellowed.
When my best dog died I wrote down everything I could remember about him. It took nine pages, and it made me feel better. I appreciate reading it now because it brings back all those small things I loved about him. It might make you feel better too, to do that.