I had to send my retired hunter over the rainbow bridge Friday.
I had already made the decision that he wasn't going to have to deal with another winter, but I thought I had a few more weeks of wiggle room to make "definite" plans and come to terms with the finality of the decision.
Well, as it goes with horses (and this one in particular), he let me know that I wasn't moving quickly enough.
Godspeed Mystic Firefly
March 19,1984 - October 12,2012
I first started riding him in the summer of 1989 (I was 19). He officially became my horse in 1996 and was semi-retired in 2006.
He was an amazing athlete and a very sensitive, but sensible ride even though he was a bit (OK, alot) neurotic. There were SOOO many things he WOULD NOT do.....but because of all the things he did with the most amazing grace I loved him. I will miss him dearly.
So sorry. It looks like you had many adventures together. losing a friend & partner just SUCKS. Hopefully you will be able to think of him without pain by the next time you see a firefly blinking at you.
I'm so sorry... I've always loved this poem. I suppose it's more of an old horse poem but I always thought it sounded like a proper eulogy:
Hark! Old horse.
Please meet me at the gate.
Hounds are leaving kennels soon,
And we will not be late.
Step up. Old horse.
Carry me to the meet.
Our years together count for much,
Though you're no longer fleet.
Trot on. Old horse.
I know you hear the horn.
The hounds are in the valley now;
The fox is in the corn!
Kick on. Old horse,
My soul mate and my friend.
Our years together hunting are
The best that's ever been.
Leap up. Old horse.
Take the bit and fly!
I still trust you like a brother,
Even though the fence is high.
Walk on. Old horse.
We’ll soon be hacking in.
Your nicker rests beside my heart.
Our souls entwine within.
Hark! Old horse.
The years reveal our fate.
If we should part before we wish. Please meet
me at the gate.
Carla Hawkinson AKA “Fluffy”
Tennessee Valley Hunt