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| Rare picture of me and my boy |
To say it was hard is an understatement, I feel as though my soul has been ripped from my body. I feel broken and empty.
Today I had to organise the collection of my boy's body. Thank goodness my husband was around to do all of this for me because I honestly don't think I could have coped.
Why have I started this blog? Good question.
I think it's my way of healing. My way of keeping my boy alive.
Her Majesty the Late Queen once said "Grief is the price we pay for love" and she was right.
It was an honour and a privilage to have shared so much of my life with this precious soul. Anyone who met him will agree he was pretty special, practically human.
We had this ability to communicate with each other but without words. I always knew what he wanted, when he was cross with me, when he was "sweet talking" me or when he wanted to me to do something for me. It was a strong close bond.
Towards the end of his life I missed riding him but I didn't want to over burden his joints which were arthritic. A small sacrifice for the pony I loved with all of my heart. Love doesn't die, it continues and will remain in my heart until....
Yes I do believe the above photograph is true. Our paths crossed all those years ago by chance, just because my best friend was a member of a group and knew I was considering a family pony and a member of said group knew her first pony was looking for a good home and because everyone (practically everyone) in the group knew and loved Cola.
He came into my life and gave me peace. He was my sanctuary. He was my home.
Now he has gone.
I wasn't ready to let him go but although his spirit wanted to stay with me, his body was tired and ready. I had to listen to him and do what he asked of me despite my selfish desire to keep him alive.
Then I saw the quote below;
To place your horse's need for you to let him leave his failing body above your need to keep him with you - that - is the greatest and purest love.
Cynthia Garrett
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