On a Monday morning in November, one of my horses passed away in a tragic accident. He was my daughters pony, her best friend and first love. We are still grieving and missing his gorgeous face and naughty ways, my heart physically aches at his absence. I miss his squeaky little noises as his food was being prepared, I miss his downward-dog stretch as he got ready to eat his breakfast, I miss his obsession with carobs and his gentleness with children. I miss our rides together, my daughter chatting about her day as her long legs dangled against his chubby sides, I miss his jokes and cheekiness - I just miss every hair on his body. Losing a horse is so incredibly hard. Watching your daughter grieve her soul mate, is even harder.
The rest of the horses on the farm all took the death in their stride, even his best friend. They were shown the body of the pony and they knew he was gone. They didn't call for him but accepted his passing by gently sniffing his still face.
The UBF was a little upset at the body near his field, he snorted and pranced and stuck by his friend, Mouse, for comfort. As the pony was buried, the UBF stood stock still, ears pricked forward towards the grave and watched the entire process. He pressed his nose against his fence to get a closer view.
As the last sod of earth was placed, the UBF simply, gently turned to walk away and graze.
