Aww Rie how sweet of you to mention him here. *sobbing* Luffyew!
It was rough on Friday. I don't think I've cried that hard in a long time. Even my big, strapping, redneck, non-horse hubby cried. Traveler was more than a horse, he was like a puppy dog, and my baby. I owned (and lost) his mother, owned his father, and bred and raised him from day 1. He was always with me, and always will be.
Lots of good horses have just crossed the bridge in the past couple months. Two good online friends have also put their horses down due to EPM. I don't know as if the mental preparation helped any. It was harder going thru all the what-if's. I am at peace with my decision however, and I know he's up there with his Momma.
Traveler went to a beautiful place. I know, because I saw it in a dream I had the night before. It was Victory (his momma) and Traveler in some pasture I had never seen before but I would consider it my "dream" pasture - beautiful rolling hills, deep lush pasture, trees, creek, etc., and they both were running around without any problems. I was watching in disbelief, and then the vet called, and said for some reason the Appt for Friday (to put him down) was only some kind of pre-lim appt so I would have to wait 10 days after signing paperwork to have it done. Some kinda thing like to make sure you were doing the right thing. So I tell her if we have to wait just screw it then I'll give him a chance to make a comeback and lets go ahead and get the sulfa drugs. I got off the phone with her and both horses were running around in this beautiful field, playing and bucking and running, and they ran up the side of this hill and all of a sudden it was like they were 3' deep snow (but it wasn't snow, because it was summertime) and there were these, I don't know, cloud like drifts and they were lunging thru them (playing) and the wind would pick up and make these strange but beautiful ghost like swirls of their shapes rearing and bucking and running. I tried to run inside to get my camera but when I got back out they were gone. And then I woke up. So I know Vic came down to get his spirit that night. And if I could ever describe Heaven, that would be it. It was beautiful and they were so happy. It's just sad missing him. And Mikey the pony was his buddy, and he was calling for him all night. That was sad too. I have pics of his last day online at
http://www.flickr.com/lilqhgal/ and click the Traveler's Last Day photos. I got Jaylen on him so we could officially say that he was the first horse she ever rode.
Goodbye my sweet bubble boy...
