Blue's Lee


Polish Arabian

April 4, 1984 - October 6, 2008

The 16 years I had you was not enough. Three hundred years would have not been enough. You shaped who I became, as I grew with you. I would not be half of who I am if you had not come into my life. Your strong spirit and strength pulled me through every valley I ever walked through. If it had not been for you, I may have not made it out of some of those valleys. You know which ones. I miss you so much.

Sometimes I look outside and cannot bear the sadness in my heart as I look into the field where you once grazed. I hope you know the decision I made was the hardest I have ever made in my young life and probably will be the hardest still to the very end of my life. I always thought you and I would see Jesus part the Eastern sky together, but I guess it wasn't meant to be.

I still remember the day we went to see you for the first time. You, with all of your fiery spirit, I was actually a little scared. You tossed your head and pranced around like the show horses I have seen in the Arabian liberty shows. My father told me when we got back into our car that you were the one for me. I was surprised, but excited too. I was only 12 and you barely 7. We were destined to be together.

I happily cried the whole way to get you (and the whole way home). Only the birth of my 2 children could match the happiness I felt that day! Times turned hard, though, as the very next day you got tangled in the barbed wire fence at the stable I boarded you at. I was so sad for you and the next few weeks bonded us together as I hosed off your legs to minimize the swelling.

You were so crazy! You were scared of the water, the wind, the saddle!! It took many years for you and I to really mesh. As I grew into my awkward teenage years, you were always there to give me strength and serenity. I wish now that I had rode the bus to the stable many more times then I did. But you always came running with a whinny. You were always so vocal, the others boarders would laugh at your shenanigans.

You taught me responsibility as I had to hold a constant job to pay for all of your expenses. I never once complained, because I loved you so very much.

As I grew into a young woman, I often would bring my prospective boyfriends over to meet you. I knew that if you didn't like them, then I shouldn't either. Then I married, and of course finances got tough, and you and I didn't see each other as much, especially when Taylor and Noah were born. But as the children grew up a little, going to see you was my peaceful moment in a busy and stressful life. Just touching you and smelling up under your mane lowered my blood pressure. Then finally, we were able to move to a place where you could be in my back yard. It was a dream come true. To be able to look out my window and see you out in the field was pure ecstasy.

Then the vet told me your teeth were going. I knew you were older and so I didn't mind that I had to give you mash 3 times a day, I loved the excuse to go out there and feed you. Then your eyesight, it went slowly, but more than anything I hated seeing you so scared and confused. I know you, your spirit, it was hard for you to understand that your kingdom was fading away. I worried sick about you, more than you know. I felt that the heart string between us was fraying. I hated seeing you so confused and I knew time was getting short.

When you got hurt, I was so heart broken. I prayed to God that it was just a freak accident, that the wind scared you and you ran into the fence. But then the seizures started, and everything in my world was shattered. I knew that I couldn't bear to see you hurt, but at the same time, my selfishness wanted to wait it out to see if it would get better. I hope you know that I didn't want for it to end this way. I wanted you to retire old and graceful in the pasture. But you, with your spirit, you would've fought it until you killed yourself.

I think 24 is too young, but I know you would've done the same for me if the roles were reversed. I hope that my broken heart will heal soon, because right now I still feel so sad and alone. You have touched me in a way no one will ever be able to, not in a million years. I love you, Lee, and maybe Jesus just needed a white horse to part that Eastern sky with. You will always be in my heart. I love you, boy.

Good boy, Lee, you did good.

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