The Loss Of A Horse

The phone call I got this morning was the call we as horse owner's dread.

My manager of our riding academy was en route to Auburn Alabama. Her precious mare had coliced through the night, despite veterinary intervention there was no sign of alleviation. After just over 23 hours of colicing, the mare died in risky surgery.

Our barn is reeling from the loss. We are a 501(c)3 non profit, very active in our local community as far as outreach, rescuing, and scholarship riding for troubled teens and young adults. No horse here is just one person's horse, it affects us all. While our community is a family, I cannot imagine forging a bond so deep as that of you and your horse, only to awake and it's suddenly gone. Often, when I'm alone with my thoughts, I pray that I pass before my beloved horse. Frankly, that is something I hope I never live to see. Extreme? Perhaps on the outside. I cannot explain the bond between rider and horse in words, as it was always meant to be felt. But I think this quote comes the closest.

“At its finest, rider and horse are joined not by tack, but by trust. Each is totally reliant upon the other. Each is the selfless guardian of the other’s very well-being.”

RIP sweet mouse.
FewWords FewWords
22-25, F
Jan 16, 2013