WHERE DO HORSES GO?
A TRIBUTE TO A GREAT FRIEND
(Disclaimer, I had to use a computer image of a horse looking like Buck because I could NOT find a picture of Buck in all my collection of web pictures. Boo Hoo)
On this farm we have buried many a pet but never a horse. Dogs, cats, hamsters, gerbils, birds, goldfish, rabbits, goats, but NEVER a Horse! I guess I had never thought much about it since Buck has been here for 27 yrs and none of us can imagine looking out toward the back pasture and not seeing Buck! Today, I only see a large backhoe digging your grave and tears fall.
Buck was 3 or 4 yrs. old when he came to live here on The Farm. A beautiful Buckskin youngster with a gentle spirit, curiosity of a cat, white mane, and an air about him that told you he knew THIS was home, You were His and He was Yours. Horses came and went over the years but Buck was constant. Offers to buy, sell, or trade remained that...Offers...nothing more. After all, how could you take the Prince away from his castle? Buck mentored all the other horses who came to live here for a time. Some he accepted others he didn't. You could pretty much tell the value/quality of a horse by the way Buck took to him/her.
Springtime and A new baby was a source of immediate curiosity and the paternal nature would be revealed in his protective response. After all, this was His Home and everything thing and everyone who lived here belonged to Him.
Yes, Buck, you captured our hearts from the first week you came to us. None more than the heart of Tractor Man, who lovingly fed you daily. You looked forward to your time with him. Truth be told, I imagine you know more of Tractor man's secret heartaches than I will ever know. You were a constant companion and confidante, ready to simply LISTEN when listening was all that was needed. You heard more of my husband's troubles, sorrows, and ponderings than did anyone else.
Thank you for always loving us, for protecting us, for all the times you bore us on your back, and most of all the Friendship you gave so unconditionally for the past 27 years. As I watch you being laid to rest beside the barn on the Farm you called Home for 27 yrs., I realize I will never see you again. That pasture will be forever empty of your presence...that beautiful white mane flowing in the wind in younger years when you loved to race with the other horses. You always won!
Today I am also reminded that as much as you were loved Buck, God did not create you with an eternal soul. I am grateful that a hole in the ground is not the end for me. I have an eternal home in Heaven with my Sweet Jesus. Perhaps, just perhaps, on God's New Earth, I could wish to see you running in the wind just one more time.
HAPPY TRAILS OLD FRIEND
May We Meet Again