My friend, Donna, lost her horse of a lifetime just over a week ago and she is grief-stricken. In fact it has been a week of losses with Violet, Ocean, and Badger, all belonging to various friends crossing Rainbow Bridge. I understand the powerful feeling of loss that these people are feeling, the punch to the chest, the great hole left by their presence. It just hurts too much and for a while at least we've left this earth with the horse or pony, and would rather life just carried on without us. The loss of a horse, of any animal, takes away a chunk of our archives and leaves us in a different place to the one we were in the one before.
Dusky was a Quarter Horse cross Appaloosa and her lineage goes all the way back to Secretariat. Every dot of her body was loved by Donna - and all the white bits too.
Today we took all her rugs and other accoutrements to Hampshire Spirit Horse Rescue for them to keep for their rescued horses or sell for funding. What a brave thing for anyone to do.
