Sniper came into my life on October 17, 1982. It was love at first sight.
He was a fiery steed - wild and crazy as they come - hence the name Sniper.
He was everything to me through the years. My buddy, confidant, consoler,
and always there when I needed a neck to cry on. We had many wonderful times
together. Going to the ocean and running the beach was probably the best
for both of us. He loved to run and his hooves barely touched the hard-packed
sand that day!!
In January 2004 he wasn't eating his usual amount of grain. The vet said
he was anemic. After additional testing it was discovered that his bone marrow
was not producing any new blood cells. He became weaker and less interested
in eating. I knew it was time for him to go to the Rainbow Bridge, but I
hated to see him go.
On March 20th, he had a chance to graze in the new young clover, have the
sun shine upon him, and stand with his butt to the rain and wind with his
buddy Chico one last time. Then it was too soon, but I had to say my last
goodbye. He knew and looked me square in the eyes and said goodbye back to
me. Then he was gone. I still feel numb from his passing, but I know he is
in a better place with no pain, no suffering. His body is buried in his favorite
place in the pasture, but he lives on...
Where to Bury a
If you bury him in this
spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when
you call; come to you over the far, dim pastures of death, and though you
ride other living horses through life, they shall not shy at him, nor resent
his coming. For he is yours and he belongs there.
People may scoff at
you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no
nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears. People who may never really
love a horse. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden
from them, and which is well worth knowing.
The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.