My beloved five year-old
Irish Sport Horse Aedan was with us for a short time. He made the trip from
Ireland, after many months of anticipation and planning. While I was awaiting
his arrival, my family and I were going through a rather difficult time.
It was the thought of Aedan and his beautiful face that kept us
going.
Aedan succumbed, at the
tender age of five, to a malady beyond my understanding. He had a liver problem,
which would be impossible to know given his regal beauty and
presence.
He was a magical horse
who, I believe, was sent to us by God as a source of comfort during a difficult
time. Like the magical white horse of Celtic legend, Tirnanog, who lives
forever and comes to earth only to help people who need him. I believe Aedan's soul,
like Tirnanog, is back in Ireland, and will return when someone else is in
need.
Goodbye, Aedan, and thank
you. |