It’s been four months today since the last time I saw this beautiful face. Two days ago it was four months since our last ride, her last time around that half-mile, her last well-earned trip to the winner’s circle. I have to keep reminding myself that four months isn’t a long time, and its okay to still hurt this much. Its okay that sometimes I just sit in her stall and break down and sob because she’s not there anymore. I never thought it could hurt this much to lose someone. “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” -A.A. Milne
‘Choosing’ and detail, by George Frederick Watts (1817-1904) Will she choose earthly vanities symbolised by the showy, yet scent less Camellias or the nobler values represented by humble looking but fragrant Violets?
Thank you for teaching me about compassion. Thank you for teaching me how to trust. Thank you for showing me what unconditional love is. Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for never judging me. Thank you for helping me learn to speak out. Thank you for helping me heal. Thank you for teaching me more about being human than any human has ever taught me. Thank you for being my light when my world was dark. Thank you for teaching me how to live. Thank you for teaching me about death and how to leave this life with grace, dignity, and full awareness. Thank you for ten perfect years.
Thank you for saving me. Thank you for everything.