Forever Parys


February 5, 2001 - May 23, 2008

Forever Parys (Paris) was the love of my life. He was a 7-year-old Arabian gelding. Three years ago I began my search for a new horse by e-mailing every Arabian horse barn in the state, asking if they might have a reasonably priced dressage prospect. I got only one response, and it was the only one I needed. Normally I would have asked for a photo first, but because the barn was only 10 minutes from my house, I gamely decided to go have a look. When the trainer brought Parys out of his stall, I almost dropped over. He was the most beautiful horse I had ever seen!

To this day, I'll never forget the feeling of love at first sight. It was magic. I excitedly called my husband and said I found "The One". Not a day went by when I wouldn't kiss him on his white nose and think, "How did I get so lucky?" Parys's beauty was equal to his great heart. He was reserved and quiet in his demeanor, but I know he would have jumped the moon for me. He was kind, honest, and so smart.

While dressage was his main job, he really enjoyed jumping and trail rides. He was curious and brave; nothing seemed to frazzle him (except for horses pulling a cart!). He was such a willing show partner and in our first year of showing together, we had several wins. Parys had the talent and mind for a very promising dressage show career. Losing him was like losing a child. I had so many hopes and dreams for his future. I mostly hoped he and I could grow old together.

Parys lived in a pasture and got along with all the other horses. He especially loved to play with his gelding friends...he always had little bite marks on his neck. It was his love of play that took his life. He was running and playing on a rainy day and slipped and fell. He broke a rib and punctured a lung. We were able to get him to the horse hospital, but the reality was that his recovery was very unlikely, and I made the gut-wrenching decision to end his suffering. I wish I could erase the memory of seeing him injured and in pain.

I don't normally remember my dreams, but that night I had a dream that I saw Parys running in a field...with a white horse...I think he was telling me he was free and happy.

A few days after his death, I went out to visit my mare in an adjacent pasture. Pary's two best buddies left the feed trough to meet me at the gate. I could have cried. They too were missing their friend.

It seems my great fortune to have found Parys is equal to the great misfortune of his sudden loss. I have an unbelievable emptiness in my heart. I don't know if I will ever recover from his loss. He was everything I could have wanted and more.

I love you my sweet boy. You will always be in my heart.


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