He was just put down...cancer and old age... in October or November. His name was WINDI and he was a perfect Arab stallion. My older friend, Betty, owned him, raised him from colthood. He was a character, but gentle, all his days. His color was a silvery, dapple grey. She described one moment to me... her eyes shining...! One night, late home in a blizzard, she went down under this big, old, New England type, barn to feed her horses. Windi was missing and the door, standing ajar, explained his absence. She went outside. The winds howled, the snow stung her face... light from the barn doorway, illuminated a golden half circle.... she called to him, sending her voice into the winds and the dark. He heard, and he came to her, at full gallop, through the storm, bursting out of the darkness and into the illumination, snow splaying from his pounding hooves, falling snow surrounding him, wild winds lifting his long mane and forelock. And Betty said, "At that moment, it was ALL worth it. The struggling to care for him through all his many years, the worries, the work, the problems; it was ALL worth it, just to see him do that". Can you picture the moment? It makes me shudder to imagine it! star |
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