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.
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.