September 25, 2014 at 7:45 am
There are many poems that help express the hard loss so eloquently but this one says the most to me. It has comforted me many times. I know a few here have recently lost beloved partners and just wanted to have a place where sensitivity and support are primary and shoulders, broad ones, are offered freely.
My Grandest Foal
I lend you for a little while
My grandest foal, He said,
for you to love while he’s alive
and mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be one or twenty years,
or days or months, you see,
but will you, ’til I take him back,
take care of him for Me?
He’ll bring you charms to gladden you
and should his stay be brief,
you’ll have treasured memouries
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
since all from Earth return,
but there are lessons taught on Earth
I want this foal to learn.
I’ve looked the wide world over,
in My search for teachers true,
and from the throngs that crowd Life’s lanes,
with trust, I’ve chosen you.
Now, will you give him total love,
not think the labor vain,
nor hate Me when I come some day
to take him back again?
I know you’ll give him tenderness
and love will bloom each day,
and for the happiness you’ve known,
forever grateful stay?
But should I come and call for him
much sooner than you’d planned,
you’ll brave the bitter grief that comes
and some day understand.
For though I’ll call him Home to Me
this promise I do make:
For all the love and care you gave,
he’ll wait at Heaven’s gate.
(author unknown but appreciated anyway)
Feel free to add another poem or story. It helps sometimes : )
Sure there's right and wrong but mostly there's just a whole lotta different.September 25, 2014 at 9:04 am
Beautiful, Pheets. Thank God for your healing instincts.
Alois Podhajsky: “When I hear somebody talk about a horse being stupid, I figure it’s a sure sign that animal has outfoxed them. ...September 25, 2014 at 1:28 pmJoan FryTopics Started: 11Replies Posted: 324
Thank you for your kind heart, Pheets. I don’t think I could have read that poem without crying even if I hadn’t just lost Scout. You must have memorized it if you don’t know the author–and years ago, I bet. Thank you for your good memory, too. As Mapale said, you have an instinct for healing.September 25, 2014 at 1:51 pm
Thank you both, tho it’s not my turn. This Light belongs to Joan and Scout : ) Brought to you with care by friends of the BeenThereDoneThat Association.
More hugs to you, Joan. As exquisite as is the pain of loss so is the joy of knowing that YOU were his chosen steward and made the ultimate rescue. All in good time the memouries will be necessary and welcome.
Sure there's right and wrong but mostly there's just a whole lotta different.October 9, 2014 at 10:12 pmSadieTopics Started: 0Replies Posted: 13
Though its not a horse i just lost my border collie dog who was 4 years old. a neigbor hit her on our 15MPh road so its was so unexpected. This is really a sweet and nice poem and post. Thanks you pheets!
“There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it's the risk, the gamble. In any event it's a thing I need.”William FaulknerOctober 10, 2014 at 6:58 am
Thinking of you, Sadie, hugs sent too. Loss is hard, no matter who it is, when, why or how. Take what your pup gave to you and share it with another some day. Dare to be the better person you are because she was a part of YOUR Life : )
Sure there's right and wrong but mostly there's just a whole lotta different.October 10, 2014 at 10:17 am
Sadie – Oh NO! I’m so sorry that you are parted from your pup. Friends come to us for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. With our pets, they teach us things that stay with us a lifetime. She’ll stay with you always in that way.
Alois Podhajsky: “When I hear somebody talk about a horse being stupid, I figure it’s a sure sign that animal has outfoxed them. ...October 12, 2014 at 11:34 pmNinaJDTopics Started: 8Replies Posted: 139
This is one of my favorite poems that I’ve found. I have ideas already planned for when it’s time to say goodbye to my JD.
Rainbow Bridge For Horses
By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
when their time on earth is over and done.
For here, between this world and the next,
is a place where beloved creatures find rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
til The Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
for here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed.
Their bodies have healed with strength imbued.
They trot through the grass without even a care,
til one day they whinny and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes sharp and alert.
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the herd.
For just at that second, there’s no room for remorse.
As they see each other…one person…one horse.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past
The time of their parting is over at last.
The sadness they felt while they were apart
has turned to joy once more in each heart.
They nuzzle with a love that will last forever.
And then, side-by-side, they cross over…together.
"Take the time it takes, so that it takes less time."
"Expect a lot, accept a little, reward often."
Pat ParelliOctober 13, 2014 at 5:38 pmJoan FryTopics Started: 11Replies Posted: 324
Nina, that made me cry too! And Sadie, I sympathize. When it happens suddenly, it’s always such a shock–beloved person, horse, dog, cat, it doesn’t matter. As pheets wrote, “Loss is hard.” Somebody else wrote, and this is a paraphrase, that every death is the culmination of all the deaths that have gone before. That’s what makes each one get harder and harder. All we can do is thank them for being in our lives, treasure what they taught us, and let them go.January 4, 2015 at 7:39 am
My good soldier will trade in his pain for eternal freedom Monday am. His eyes are hazed now, he will listen but no longer seeks the source. He is quiet, that haunting stillness that comes from the deep and relentless fatigue of private war and the final acceptance of one’s fate. He waits patiently and with wisdom beyond human comprehension. I know that this is the ultimate rescue, a righteous decision and I am confident in its’ necessity, but it still just…sx.
For all of his issues, he is still able to find joy, experience friends and family, love and cookies. The only thing I can not give him is the living comfort he needs and deserves most.
I am assuming and ok with his final diagnosis being complications of chronic and progressive laminitis associated with Cushing’s.
We let him go Home while he still has grace in his heart and the willingness to forgive his humans. Horses are like that: one of their most redeeming and consistent qualities, to me, is the ability to forgive. They KNOW that we, the humans, are still learning and don’t know any better yet.
GODspeed, Fine Horse, and thank you for teaching me, re-assuring me in my efforts to comfort you no matter how ineffective, and for your grace and strength in adversity. May I stand with you til the end with the same integrity.
Sure there's right and wrong but mostly there's just a whole lotta different.January 4, 2015 at 11:15 am
Pheets, with all the pieces of my heart I am so sorry. I thank God that your brave soldier has had you by his side for these his last days to ease his suffering. Be consoled with the knowledge that all your efforts mattered. He had someone who fought for him, who cared, and for a while helped carry his burden.
When we lose a horse, it seems they take a part of us with them, and since they bring out the best in us, we know they take away something that has brightened even the darkest corners of our soul, a little lamp goes out. When my father was dying, he said it was human nature to fight death, to fear it, but that God would forgive us if we had to give up the fight. While that knowledge is freely given to the dying, loved ones can only look on and wonder “when will it be okay to stop fighting?”. We’re tortured with a sense of betrayal, did we stop too soon, did we drag it out too long, and the horse has no such trepidations. He lets go when it is time. Perhaps this is the hardest thing they teach us, when it is the time to let go. It certainly is a lesson we don’t want to know so badly that we fight it every single time we let go of a dear one.
It takes a while for grief to let us see that while they did take some part of us with them, it is recompensed with lessons learned, a treasured memory, another mile we did not go alone. Grief gives way to gratitude over time. Forgive yourself – you did not fail.
Your brave soldier – he’s already grateful – for you.
Alois Podhajsky: “When I hear somebody talk about a horse being stupid, I figure it’s a sure sign that animal has outfoxed them. ...January 4, 2015 at 4:29 pm
Wonderful Pheets. Why did you not supply tissues?
It is never the horse's faultJanuary 4, 2015 at 4:33 pm
My heart hurts for you Pheets. The only consolation is that you gave him love when he needed it most.
It is never the horse's faultJanuary 5, 2015 at 6:12 am
I would have left you a tissue or two but there aren’t any left..between his owner (my best friend) and I, we used them all. Twice :’)
Thank you both for your comfort. As much as it is my long-standing and deeply ingrained nature to deal with such things alone, your warmth and care is most appreciated and helpful.
He knows not of our plans therefore has no fear but then… that IS the plan.
My strength will come from his Peace. He will be received into an elite family of worthy souls today, of that I am proud.
Sure there's right and wrong but mostly there's just a whole lotta different.January 5, 2015 at 6:36 am
Sometimes letting go is the best (and only) thing left to do for them. It doesn’t make it easier.
It is never the horse's fault
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