Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Epilogue
Sometimes we reach the point
where there are no band-aids left in the box. Our's for Tim just ran
out.
I found him unable to place
his right front hoof on the ground as he groaned in pain. He kept
calling me to help him. Somehow in the night irreparable damage was
done to his shoulder. There wasn't a band-aid big enough to save him
this time. He managed to lay down in his stall to rest. I knew he
could never stand up again. Surrounded by love and attended by his
angel, we let him go.
The day before was a good
day for Tim. He walked the farthest he had in years on his own. He
appeared to be conversing Fancy and Czardas, as they stood with their
heads together, he ate whatever new grass he could find and generally
had a fine time for himself.
I like to think that he
needed this last bit of his life to find a replacement for himself,
someone to take care of me, after he was gone. Perhaps that is what
he was talking to the mares about. My best friend Timothy Daniel
James how can I live without you?
And so we try very hard to
let the horses decide when they've had enough, but sometimes we just
run out of band-aids and the choice is taken from us. Now, all his
pain is over – may we find each other again in paradise. Amen-
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