One of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make was to lay my horses to rest. One by one the time came for a choice to be made. I agonized for months trying to make the best choice for them. People would assure me that “You’re doing the right thing” but it didn’t feel like it. Saying goodbye that last time felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest.
The grave markers of Blue, Ranger and Gracie not only show where they are buried. They symbolize so much more. It tells of the love that grew between us with every passing year. It represents the warm summer days when we cooled them down with the hose and let them graze on the fresh, green grass; it is the cold winter days when their nickers were accompanied by steamy breaths that hung in the air and we put blankets on them to keep them warm; it was looking back at them as I walked from the barn with the evening sun putting on a magnificent display of color. and saying, “Love you guys, see you in the morning.”
All these memories flooded me as I recently stood by their graves at my former home and tears ran down my face. I will forever be grateful for the time we had together. They taught me so much that I will always hold onto and they left their hoofprints on my heart. I know they are running together in wide open fields.
Gallop on my beauties until I see you again.
Heart Strings 