Though nothing can bring
back the hour
of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We grieve not, rather find strength
in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
in the years that bring the philosophic mind.
Born in the 1980s - December
This week I had to say goodbye
to my faithful friend of 15 years. Of all the things Echo had going against
him, I didn't expect him to go like this! with a twisted bowel, or rupture.
He was fine when I left him that day. Fabulous, in fact! Mischievous as ever,
whinnying with each treat I went to feed him. His trademark - that ear-piercing
whinny that I loved so much. I called him Mr. Personality, as he had more
character than a lot of people I know.
Echo and I met through Shir Lee Bar, my quarter horse companion of 30 years.
He was a beautiful little Arab that had been abandoned, and when I finally
legally acquired him, I almost lost him to a rotten tooth, rotted bone, nasal
cavity, and so on, that resulted in a false tooth that just fell out 2 months
ago. He beat the odds, year after year, one problem or injury after another,
like a cat with 9 lives.
In more recent years he developed Cushings disease, which we dealt with one
symptom at a time. Through it all he remained oblivious to it all, a happy
pony. Always happy. But this one unexpected turn of events took Echo away
from me leaving my head spinning, and realizing how tenuous life is.
But nothing can take away the multitudes of memories of the good times Echo
and I shared. He will live on in my heart forever. I will miss Echo more
than I can express. His strength of character. The huge personality. And
Until we meet again on
Your forever pal,