by Sherri
My father gave me a two year old red roan horse. I had wanted a horse
since I could walk and talk. Finally at the age of 30 (about) he gave me
one. Two years old,
small, barely saddle broke and had an atitude. He was not trained for
neck reining, so my daughter and I taught him.
Many years went by. He became solely my riding horse. We would get
together
three or four days a week and go for a ride. He became very protective
of me. He
actually took care of me riding, because I'm not that great of a rider.
To make him
happy when we rode, I would sing to him.
He loved it. And I loved him. About one
year and six months ago he started losing
weight. I showed it to the vet when he came to float him teeth. He
did'nt think much of it. Then he started having diarrea.
I called another vet. He gave me medicine to give him, but not a clue
what was wrong with him. I called a so called specialist in another
city. I brought Lobo to
him. He did every test there was to give him. Then I called another
speciallist. He
said to run the tests over again. Still nothing. I even took him to a
real horse dentist (stll worried about the teeth). Did'nt work. For six months I
gave him medicine three times a day. Mostly in the dead of winter. I had
to put on everything I owned to try to stay alittle warm. I also bought Lobo a blanket to keep him warm.I also had a heat lamp with him. He still
never improved. I was at my part-time job when my son called and said he was down. This had happened before so I thought he'll get back up. I would always
lie down with him and just ball and he would always get back up. You see he loved me. Next my husband call at work.
He said he have to shoot him. I said no I was coming home right away. Knowing I
would probobly get fired. I got home and he was still alive. I picked up his head and asked hime to get up. He just looked at me and within a few minutes was gone.
He waited for me. I'll never forgive myself for his death. I tried with all the might I had, but it was in vain. The vets never could tell me what was wrong with him.
I buried him in the pasture. This may sound real insane, but he has come
to visit me two times I have been in the barn.
I can't see or hear him, but I can smell him. When I die I hope he is
waiting for me and death my not be that far off. I already had a
heart attack at 39 and now the doctor says I have a very bad blockage in
my main heart artery. So you see I may be seeing him soon. At least I hope so. Him and all my beloved animals.The pain of losing him will never go away.
I died when he died. He was born in April and died in April. I got a little filly, thinking
it would help heal the pain, but there is just no way. Our spirits were one. Thank
You for listening to me. No one really understands what it feels like. I feel I've
lost a animal soul mate. And you know, I think I did. We were meant to
be together.