after pops had passed, i kept looking at him and thinking, he was so little...so little to have had to carry such a huge burden of difficult living for so long in his life. where did he find the strength in that small, frail body to carry such a load?
he didn't seem so tiny to me when he was alive, he seemed big..i don't mean physically big...but somehow solid and strong.
i felt bad yesterday morning cuz i made him get up and move out of his stall, he had to get at least to the clear open barn hallway before he went down. he did it and he came out further to the farm yard on his own. and he went as far as the first pile of hay which he munched down on.
even on his last day of life, a human made demands upon him. it totally sucked. but pops being pops, did it in his own time and went as far as he wanted to so maybe it was ok.
over and over we all said the same thing..thank god pops didn't die all alone in a field somewhere...he had 9 months of friends, companionship and kind, gentle care. maybe 9 months is nothing in a life spanning 30 plus years but i think pops would have been glad to end his life here, with this...then with nothing, there.
and really...pops is what saints is all about...a place to finish ones life surrounded by love and good care.
what is truly amazing to me tho is this....how did one little forgotten horse at the end of a long and forgotten life, end up touching the hearts of so many of us?
maybe that is the real beauty of saints, the forgotten are suddenly, finally, remembered and remain forever in our hearts.
you were a good little horse pops with a very big heart.