One of the good ones is gone. Today, I sat down at the computer with my first cup of coffee and checked in with Linda at the 7MSN Ranch, as I do most mornings. In case you haven’t seen her blog, her dear red horse, Skippa Little Lyle, died. My heart goes out to her, and as the day progresses, I just get sadder and sadder.
First, I want to say that from Linda’s description of what happened, I think she was very brave, especially considering that she was all alone. I remember what a wreck I was last summer when my dog, Pepper, died, and I had my husband and daughter with me, to carry me home sobbing. There’s no doubt that Linda did everything right, but it doesn’t make it any easier when you lose a loved one. And while I never met Lyle face to face, after all these years of blogging, I feel like I know him really well. The Internet has made a such powerful connection for all of us to become good friends, but the one thing it can’t do is let me give Linda the big hug that I wish I could give her right now.
So all I can do is keep going out to my barn to be with Silk and Siete. These terrible things can happen so suddenly. One minute, everything is fine, and the next, it’s not and they’re gone. On this sunny day, as my horses enjoy some much needed warmth in the pasture, I can’t stop rubbing my face in Silk’s neck and putting my arms around Siete to appreciate every minute I have with them. I think about Linda and her other sweet boy, Hank, and the rest of her wonderful animals, and my heart keeps breaking over and over.
Our animals help us to learn how to love better, and in the end, isn’t that what counts? Let’s stop what we’re doing right now and take a moment to honor Lyle for all the love he gave.