Somewhere...somewhere
in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some Paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.
Stanley Harrison
This has always been a favorite
quote of mine, but it never held much significance to me until I lost the
best horse I have ever laid eyes on. He was only 9 when he had to be put
down. It was a freak accident that happened while I was out of town and I
never even got to say goodbye.
I had only owned him about a year and a half, but I was closer with him than
I have ever been with another living being. He was a challenge, and I was
new to horse ownership, but I learned a lot from him, and I never blamed
him for anything.
I remember our last rides and the last time I saw him keeps playing through
my head. There are so many 'what ifs', but I just keep telling myself things
happen for a reason and this too shall pass. There is nothing I could have
done different that would have changed anything.
It has been five months and three days, but it feels like yesterday. I am
thinking about buying another horse, but I know I will never find a horse
as great as my "golden boy". My heart forever belongs to him and I know
I will see him in another time and place. I truly feel that great horses
DO live again.
Tabatha Gullikson
