Warpony
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I haven't been around much recently, it has been very busy around here and my computer time has been limited... but things are slowing down now and so I'm back. It's been a hard month or so but even in my short time here I've grown to adore so many of you. I guess that is why, at this time, I was drawn back here.
Yesterday I had to say goodbye to my precious pony, Jamie. I'd had him for 14 all too short years. He was horribly neglected before I got him and his first 4 painful years finally caught up to him and he let me know it was time to say goodbye.
I'm absolutely gutted.
My miniature, Sparrow, has only been a member of the family since this summer. he is young, just a weanling, but Jamie was a wonderful big brother to him and has shaped so much of his personality and manners. he is as bereft as the rest of the family. To be honest, I was a little disappointed when I bought him because he is one of my least favorite colours... the same bright red as my pony was, with the same light mane and tail. It's a stunning colour, don;t get me wrong, I've just had so many horses that colour and I really do prefer a horse with dark points. But now I look at him and see jamie's influence on him and somehow... it seems like it wouldn;t be right to have a horse of any other colour standing there looking at me.
We've all been spending a lot of time with him because he is demonstratively lonely and upset and confused by the disappearance of his pasture mate.
last night I walked in on my 11 year old daughter sobbing openly into his furry neck, and I joined her. Even a miniature has room on it's neck for two girls to cry on him when the need arises.
But as i knelt there beside my daughter sharing our pain and loss I realized how good it felt to have my little guy to hug on. I've been somewhat reserved with him because I thought I might be selling him next year to make room for another horse, but with the loss of the pony that won;t need to happen. I have a big empty pony shaped hole in my heart, but in those moments that little guy made it clear that while he will never fill it, he is more then happy to make it his own space.
I've been consoled and comforted by friends and family both in person and online, but that moment of bonding did more to ease the pain then anything.
My dogs have been especially affectionate and reserved the last day and a half, like they know and want to help.
I'm amazed and humbled by the way my animals have sought to console me. I firmly believe sometimes our animals are angels who come into our lives to comfort and guide us. I can't imagine life without them.
Yesterday I had to say goodbye to my precious pony, Jamie. I'd had him for 14 all too short years. He was horribly neglected before I got him and his first 4 painful years finally caught up to him and he let me know it was time to say goodbye.
I'm absolutely gutted.
My miniature, Sparrow, has only been a member of the family since this summer. he is young, just a weanling, but Jamie was a wonderful big brother to him and has shaped so much of his personality and manners. he is as bereft as the rest of the family. To be honest, I was a little disappointed when I bought him because he is one of my least favorite colours... the same bright red as my pony was, with the same light mane and tail. It's a stunning colour, don;t get me wrong, I've just had so many horses that colour and I really do prefer a horse with dark points. But now I look at him and see jamie's influence on him and somehow... it seems like it wouldn;t be right to have a horse of any other colour standing there looking at me.
We've all been spending a lot of time with him because he is demonstratively lonely and upset and confused by the disappearance of his pasture mate.
last night I walked in on my 11 year old daughter sobbing openly into his furry neck, and I joined her. Even a miniature has room on it's neck for two girls to cry on him when the need arises.
But as i knelt there beside my daughter sharing our pain and loss I realized how good it felt to have my little guy to hug on. I've been somewhat reserved with him because I thought I might be selling him next year to make room for another horse, but with the loss of the pony that won;t need to happen. I have a big empty pony shaped hole in my heart, but in those moments that little guy made it clear that while he will never fill it, he is more then happy to make it his own space.
I've been consoled and comforted by friends and family both in person and online, but that moment of bonding did more to ease the pain then anything.
My dogs have been especially affectionate and reserved the last day and a half, like they know and want to help.
I'm amazed and humbled by the way my animals have sought to console me. I firmly believe sometimes our animals are angels who come into our lives to comfort and guide us. I can't imagine life without them.