You see your friend’s number pop up on your cell phone, and when you answer, you know what the call is about even before a complete sentence is spoken. The tears stream down your face as they surely are on your friend’s. They said goodbye to their beloved horse that morning. There is nothing more to say at that moment. You share a moment of silence and say goodbye.
What is it about these amazing creatures that make their loss so hard even when the horse is not yours? It matters not the horse’s age or what that horse did or did not do during its life. Pedigrees become just words on a page; ribbons lose their shine. All that matters is that your friend loved their horse and now the horse is gone. They loved their horse even when there was no ribbon from the show. They loved their horse even when another mystery wound appeared on the leg. They loved their horse as they sat in a cold barn into the wee hours of the night as the horse recovered from colic. They saw past any flaws and just saw love in those big brown, trusting eyes.
As their friend, you wish you had some profound words to help ease the grief. You wish a hug could stop the tears. Time appears to stand still for days on end. A card never seems to say enough. I would give up every year end award for them to have one more day/week/month or year with their four-legged family member.
The loss makes you realize that each day you have together is a gift. Hug your horses tight, tell them you love them each and every day, and never forget to be there for each other.
Well said and the same is true for anyone you love…two-pawed or four-legged.
Beauty in the truth through your words. We all know what that is like. One of the hardest parts of loving.