I am so sorry for your loss. From what I saw, Seger was a beautiful boy. I know paying for all costs must have been tough on you and you are a good kid to have taken so much on.
I am very sorry that at such a young age you had to go through something as sad as this. But I know my little mare Suzy who we had to put down a few weeks ago was waiting up on the Rainbow Bridge for a tall handsome horse to escort her across. I am sure she will love your handsome seger.
Cloverdale, IN (the land of corn, cattle, and one equestrian...)
yes.. it really is.... i am often known for sneaking out REALLY late and taking Thunder(my pony) for trail rides when we have a bright full moon.. and from on top of the hill in our wods the nights are magnificent.....
"Event riders leave no ring unrode, no jump over turned, and no ditch filled in."
"Your competition just got better today, did you..."
Times like this are so very hard and I suck at knowing what to say in these moments. Somehow "Sorry" doesn't seem to be enough.
So, I have this poem that I got from a friend a long time ago during similar circumstances. It made me feel better and I every once and a while I find the need to share it with those who could use a little perspective...
I hope it will make you feel better too.
For A Little While
I'll lend you for a little while
my grandest foal, he said.
For you to love while she's alive,
and morn for when she's dead.
It may be one or twenty years,
or days or months, you see.
But, will you, till I take her back
take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
and should her stay be brief
you'll have treasured memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
since all from earth return.
But, there are lessons taught on earth
I want this foal to learn.
I've looked the wide world over
in my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes
with trust I have selected you.
Now will you give her your total love?
Nor think the labor vain,
nor hate me when I come
to take her back again?
I know you'll give her tenderness
and love will bloom each day.
And for the happiness you've known
But should I come and call for her
much sooner than you'd planned
you'll brave the bitter grief that comes
and someday you'll understand.
I can say that I can relate very well, having had to lost three of my own in just two years, at least you know that Seger was loved until he had to leave you ... and you were there for him until the last and now he is playing and grazing in the fields among the stars with my Lacy, Addy and Cece. I will give all my horses a big hug for Seger tonight... don't think that tears will show weakness, have a good cry and give Thunder a big hug, Thunder will understand I find they always do! Take care M_J
> -Written by Martin Scot Kosins,
> Author of "Maya's First Rose"
> If you ever love an animal, there are three days in
> your life you will
> The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you
> bring home your
> new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a
> breed. You may have
> numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research
> in finding a
> Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just
> chosen that
> silly looking mutt in a shelter--simple because
> something in its eyes
> your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home,
> and watch it
> and claim its special place in your hall or front
> room--and when you
> feel it
> brush against you for the first time--it instills a
> feeling of pure
> love you
> will carry with you through the many years to come.
> The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years
> later. It will be
> a day
> like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a
> instant, you
> will look at your longtime friend and see age where
> you once saw youth.
> will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw
> energy. And you will
> sleep where you once saw activity. So you will begin
> to adjust your
> diet--and you may add a pill or two to her food. And
> you may feel a
> fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming
> emptiness. And you
> feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third
> day finally
> And on this day--if your friend and God have not
> decided for you, then
> will be faced with making a decision of your own--on
> behalf of your
> friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest
> Spirit. But whichever
> your friend eventually leaves you---you will feel as
> alone as a single
> in the dark night.
> If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely
> and as often as
> must. And if you are typical, you will find that not
> many in your
> circle of
> family or friends will be able to understand your
> grief, or comfort
> But if you are true to the love of the pet you
> cherished through the
> joy-filled years, you may find that a soul--a bit
> smaller in size than
> own---seems to walk with you, at times, during the
> lonely days to come.
> And at moments when you least expect anything our of
> the ordinary to
> you may feel something brush against your leg--very
> very lightly.
> And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps
> dearest, friend
> to lay---you will remember those three significant
> days. The memory
> will most
> likely be painful, and leave an ache in your
> heart---As time passes the
> will come and go as it has a life of its own. You will
> both reject it
> embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it,
> it will depress
> you. If
> you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it
> will still be an
> But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day
> when---along with the
> memory of
> your pet---and piercing through the heaviness in your
> will come
> a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as
> unique and strong
> our relationship with each animal we have loved, and
> lost. This
> takes the form of a Living Love---like the heavenly
> scent of a rose
> remains after the petals have wilted, this Love will
> remain and
> grow--and be
> there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned.
> It is the legacy
> pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may
> keep with us as
> long as
> we live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until
> we ourselves
> perhaps to join our Beloved Pets--it is a Love that we
> will always
> Living Love