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Jun. 26th, 2010 08:16 amThe thing about knowing people for a long time, especially people with horses and dogs, is that our relationship is older than a lot of horses and dogs by the time we get old ourselves. So we have a lot of creatures, gone creatures, in common.
Yesterday I had a lesson on Janice's horse Image, who she got as a three-year old when Aerin was born. While I was cleaning him up we were talking about ghosts. Elaine's horse Kate, who lived to toothless old age and was put down over the winter merely showed her rump the day she was buried and was outta there. Harvey, who's death had involved more trauma, had stuck around as a ghost for a couple of weeks. I was thinking that I hadn't seen a ghost of Bully, but then he always was an aloof old man, with his own agenda. And then I read the poem one of the boarders had written for Kate, and I spent all my tack cleaning time with tears rolling down my face.
Other than catharsis, it was a good lesson. Image has a lot to teach me, and I can keep him loose and interested for a while, I hope.
Yesterday I had a lesson on Janice's horse Image, who she got as a three-year old when Aerin was born. While I was cleaning him up we were talking about ghosts. Elaine's horse Kate, who lived to toothless old age and was put down over the winter merely showed her rump the day she was buried and was outta there. Harvey, who's death had involved more trauma, had stuck around as a ghost for a couple of weeks. I was thinking that I hadn't seen a ghost of Bully, but then he always was an aloof old man, with his own agenda. And then I read the poem one of the boarders had written for Kate, and I spent all my tack cleaning time with tears rolling down my face.
Other than catharsis, it was a good lesson. Image has a lot to teach me, and I can keep him loose and interested for a while, I hope.