Thank you Tracy, Stacy, sweet Katie and all the staff for the lovely card you sent...the poetic lines touched my heart so, I "borrowed" them for my remembrance page. A special thank you first, to Tracy for helping me save Daiquiri so I could say the goodbye I'd hoped for and then, to Stacy for "holding my hand" on one of the most difficult days in May...to Katie for your open arms just when I needed them...and to Charlie for being so kind.
"Somewhere, somewhere, in time's own space, there must be some sweet pastured place...
where creeks sing on and tall trees grow, some paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen, I know great horses live again."
Rest easy, my beloved Daiquiri and Dylan, for what I know for sure is that both your boundless, beautiful, graceful, loyal and playful spirits are safe at home forever in my heart. Thank you for choosing me, and trusting me, to be your "Mom"; for all the lessons you taught me; for the satisfaction and the frustration, the worries and the relief, the joys and the aches; the delight in simply seeing you grazing contentedly in the sunshine or, for breathlessly watching you race each other down the back hill, around the curve, leap the dip and up the bank for a flake of hay(and for your self-satisfied blow when you WON the race against your fast-as-the-wind younger "brother", Daiquiri!!!...and, for teaching him to never get himself trapped in a corner of the fence line, without leaving a mark); for your sweet nickers and your snorts...and your challenges when what I asked wasn't on your agenda; for rolling in the mud and scratching on the tree bark and, for showing me you could close a stall door with your butt or, open the "kitchen" door with your nose; for the terrifying lesson to NEVER leave a gate open!; for allowing me to hug you and sometimes letting ME let go first; for your curious attention to a new lesson, for responding so willingly to the slightest cue; for watching for me, for smelling my breath, for laying your sweet head on my shoulder; for showing me how to roll in the creek, for scolding me when I forgot your favored alfalfa hay; for showing me where you hurt and exactly where you wanted to be scratched...and letting me know when I'd found it. Thank you, Dylan, for helping me find Daiquiri in the deep, dark night when she tarried behind. Thank you for each and every day together, through sleet and ice, baking sun and moonlit nights. Please know I tried my very best to give you a safe and loving home. I will treasure my memories of you forever...I'm glad I had the courage to send you off together, as you'd lived and as I'd promised you.
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