This morning when I checked my blog dashboard, I noticed I had a new follower* as of this morning,
Isobelle. So I clicked on her link to learn more about her, and noticed that one of the other blogs she follows is called
From Racehorse to Showhorse. Of course I
had to click on
that link, and was delighted to read that by "showhorse" the author means dressage! So I scrolled down to read the newest post and saw a video link with the title, "Thank you Everyone." A funny, unpleasant sensation hit my gut. I scrolled some more and saw a "25 things" meme - but noticed that several were written in past tense. The awful feeling grew, and was confirmed against my hopes by a bit more scrolling. Now here I sit, having snapped at my son to leave me alone as I cry for a stranger who had to put her beautiful horse down because of a freak paddock accident, blogging when I should be doing many other things. Yesterday I had a great outing with my own horse; this morning Rick had to leave early to put a horse down for a client. Like Wendy says, "They're so fragile; they're so strong."
Is it really worth it to love? It's a rhetorical question; don't bother to answer. I just wonder sometimes how we humans can endure the pain of losing over and over like we do. Some don't (endure, that is). I know where I squarely place the blame for death and pain and suffering, and can only carry on myself because I know that eventually those things will be completely done away with, along with their perpetrator.
*Welcome, Isobelle, and all
50 of you who follow my little spot in cyberspace! Such interest is rather mind-boggling, even though I follow a lot of blogs myself. I do find it curious that only 33 followers choose to identify themselves; the rest are "anonymous." What reasons could there be to be a "secret" follower? Any of you anonymous follows care to fill me in? You can comment anonymously, you know! :-)
That's it for now from . . .
11 comments:
Oh, How sad! I know it hard to loose an animal you have loved so. I love animals so much, sometimes their are just favorite, that get your attention. We still think of them. After we took a job traveling,I sold all my animals, but the ones that were so close to me. I let a lady have them on one condition, when I came home I got my pets back and she could have all the babies born. Within a week she over fed them and they all died. So the last year we were traveling,I decided what made me the happiest in life. When I had 100 plus sheep, goats, cows, all farm animals. I bought an angora goat and got a gaurd dog in Louisana, took them to airport to airport thru Arkansas, Okalahoma and back to Mississippi. Built a smaller area where they could graze and run, back up to one of the ponds. I afraid my girls maynot keep enough water. Bought self feeders. My neighbors horses, he was borrowing our land for his horses. I was in Virginia, and the horses had swam in and killed my goat.I cried and cried for this was a new beginning for me. I got real attached to the goat, After taking them out of the truck everyday and loading them back up for a month. I have the memories, I miss seeing the animals running around in the pasture, now that I am home. I hope soon to be able to buy more angora goats and sheep. Just a small flock. Hope your day gets better!
Ah, yes, sister. I cry at every loss I read on these blog things. I guess our love supercedes the pain of loss.
Thank you for reading about my horse Jaguar Hope. He was the most beautiful, smart and courageous horse I've ever known. It just hurts so much to lose him. The outpouring of emotions from people all over the world has been tremendous. I hope that his legacy will help another Off Track Thoroughbred find a great and loving home.
Thank you again for your post.
Wendy
And there are always the folks that visit you every day and aren't even registered as a follower! But why that is, I never gave much thought...
Thank you for my "award" sister - I can't blog until later, but I want to thank you so that you know I am thinking of you...
And even knowing the inevitable loss to come, we choose to allow ourselves to love them. It is the beauty of the relationship, the bond forged with another creature that draws us in.
Funny, not in the haha sense, that you should post about this today...
So sad when we loose good friends, but yes they give us great memories that we wouldn’t have without knowing them. :-)
I visit your website daily, I enjoy your blog. I'm not a registered follower - it never even occurred to me that made me suspect of something dishonest. I'm not a registered Blogger, my own blog is on my website... you're welcome to read it there. And more than welcome NOT to identify yourself while doing that, as most people do, or join as a follower. Its the nature of the internet I think - free choice and the ability to enjoy what you want to.
Oh no, I hope I'm not making any of my faithful visitors feel sneaky! If you are not "following" by using that feature on Blogger, then you are not among the 50 followers that Blogger says I have. But of those 50 followers, only 33 have chosen to be identified; that's what I find interesting!
One of the reasons that bloggers are not identifing themselves is that they do not have a blog and did not want to create a profile but yet they still want to read and follow your blog. They wish to read and not write.
I just lost my gelding this weekend - so very sad. I'd only had him for 6 months, and we were still getting acquainted. I had hoped to do some dressage with him but now I'll never know.
Life does go on, but it's really hard.
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