Last week was a really sad week.
A teacher at Pixie's pre-school died suddenly, which is devastating for little ones.
We also lost a dear family member- Scotty- a super sweet horse who was loved by all who knew him.
Scotty was not our horse- but we loved him like he was. When ever we would visit the barn his head would pop over the stall and he would great everyone with a kind nicker. He was very sick, but he was always a little carrot hog. The Wednesday before he died we were in the arena and he followed me around insisting on carrots.
Scotty was especially loved by LittleDude. Since Scotty was sick- he couldn't be ridden, LittleDude was light enough that he could sit on Scotty's back. He would lean over and pat Scotty saying, "My Scotty." The horse had more people who loved him than a lot of people. He was always kind and always gentle- he let the little ones lead him and he was patient when they brushed him.
His mom and owner sure had a special boy and watching them interact was a gift. It was clear their bond was deep. He would have followed her to the ends of the Earth and she would have given him the moon.
When it was clear that there was nothing that could be done to 'fix' him- she dedicated herself to giving him the best life she could-- and that horse had it good!
Last week, when he was in too much pain, his time had come- and she gave him the last thing she could: and end to pain. As we waited in the stall for the vet- we covered Scotty with blankets- so he would be warm, and while we sat with him- he smelled the carrots in my pocket and insisted on having them. His last hour was spent surrounded by his family, warm, safe, loved and snacking on his favorite treats.
The barn seemed empty after that. I miss his gentle eyes and welcoming nicker. Jessie, his wife- took it well. Animals are smarter than we give them credit for.