Very sorry for your loss. I'm sure your beloved horse is galloping around at the Rainbow Bridge, healthy and happy until you two shall meet again. I'm thinking of you during this extraordinarily difficult time. We've all been there and it's never easy to lose a friend...
Hugs for you Juls... the wonderful thing about dressage is the closeness you develop with your partner. I've been through these losses myself and I honestly believe that the energy of that partnership doesn't disappear, it just takes on a different form.
This poem always makes me cry, even decades after losing my most precious boy. Read it when you have time to indulge in grief and memories.
Could you bed me down with kindness
on the soft sweet words of love?
Could you ride me in your finest
with hands light as a dove?
Could you teach me with old wisdom
by the laws of just and fair?
Could you be my friend forever
with a trust so true and rare?
Could you meet me on the morrow
with grasses green and sweet?
Could you free me without sorrow
on the plains of loam and wheat?
Could you say farewell with honor
on the day my life is through?
And remember me forever
as I shall remember you?
My heart goes out to you. I have lost several over my many years, and
they take a piece of you with them. Allow yourself to grieve. One day the pain will go away and you will remember all the happiness you two shared.
I lost my heart horse many many years ago, He will always be in my heart.
Many hugs to you my friend! (((((HUGS)))))
"you can only ride the drama llama so hard before it decides to spit in your face." ?Caffeinated.
This poem appeared in the Chronicle of the Horse many years ago -- in the seventies I think. I have kept it all these years and went back to my high school journal to find it for you. Horse people write best about these sorts of things. My condolences.
A packet of poppies for Warden
Poppies are flowers for forgetting,
Rosemary remembers, they say.
Warden, I will plant a bouquet
of both kinds.
You never liked light flowers moving
in any sort of wind. Warden, it's
These poppies are not white.
They will grow only fetlock height.
The rosemary seeds I plant for you
will grow too gray, too stiff for wind.
I will grow you a warm farewell
of poppies and of good spice wmell
So, so sorry for your loss. As exvet said, there are many of us who've been through it. When you're ready (however long that may be), the next one will come along. It won't be a replacement, but you'll find a difference place in your heart for a new one.
Hugs. Even though it's so crushingly painful when they leave us, what a blessing it is that we are able to share a bit of our lives with these wonderful creatures who amaze us every day with their courage, patience and love