Babe was my last horse - I think I was in Gr. 10 when I got her. I shared a lot of good times with her ... and also headed out for a ride to have a good cry for one reason or another more than once. She was a good listener.
I just found out that she died yesterday. She certainly wasn't young ... but she wasn't old either. There's another (equally beloved) horse at home that it wouldn't be a shock if she didn't make it through the winter (in fact I think we thought that last winter too). This came as a shock though.
Funny how I've only seen her once or twice a year for several years now, and yet I still think of her as mine and feel connected to her. I always head out to the pasture when I'm home to give her a hug and, strange as this may be, bury my face in her neck and just smell her. It'll be hard to not see her on the next trip home. I shed some tears for her tonight.
Thankfully -- the last time I was home, we captured a magical moment with her:
Love you Baby-Girl. RIP.