My big, beautiful, blond baby boy, Danny, passed at 4 a.m. Saturday morning,
December 3, 2006, and my heart has shattered into a million pieces.
He was a vibrant, happy,
healthy 22 year-old Morgan on Thursday night and Friday morning I found him
suffering from colic. A long ordeal for all of us and he was brave and gentle
to the end. I get so overwhelmed with grief that it seems I'll never
recover.
I was with him the day he
came into this world. He was born to an older mare and the ranch owner, the
vet and I had to pull him out. He was a very big boy. A beautiful chestnut
with a flaxen mane and tail, a real looker. He was given to me as an Easter
present. He was my big Easter bunny. My first horse, the one I dreamed about
as a little girl. I adored him, he was a huge part of my life. Very smart,
kind, gentle, hard working and strong. He LOVED children. you could lead
him with a little one on his 15.3h back and he would walk so carefully and
stop if he felt them lose their balance. Under saddle he was a dream, spirited
and obedient, he knew how to "move out".
He would always come to
me when I called him. He loved to play "tug of war" with our other horse,
his faithful companion for 15 years, Patch.
The thing I can't imagine
is not feeling him put his muzzle at the nape of my neck and breath in my
scent for minutes at a time, he would hold his soft nose out for kisses and
gently stroke my face with his nose. I could sit and watch the rhythmic sound
of him eating his hay all day. If only I had taken more time to do this.
I could lay at his feet with no fear of being stepped on. He knew if I was
sad about something and he would stand by me and let me hug his thick neck
and bury my tears in his hair as I drank in the sweet smell of him and everything
felt like it would be okay. We chose to have furry kids instead of human
ones.
I am overwhelmed at this
sudden loss.
I border on the neurotic
in caring for my "kids". The best feed, always careful, careful, careful.
How and why this happened just makes me feel like I let him down, like I
missed something that I should have noticed, that there was some way the
outcome could have been different and I could see his beautiful self
again.
His "brother" Patch is very
sad and lonely, I am worried for him. I hope the universe sure has a plan
because I just don't understand the lesson here for me.
I feel lost without him.
I love you, Buddy Boy. Always and Forever.
Danny Boy 
