THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: Peace, Sweet Girl....

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Peace, Sweet Girl....

Gucci spent the morning with us at class, even tho she was pooped.

9 comments:

Stephen Andrew said...: Oh Lori I'm so so sorry. Gucci's been here since I started reading and I always loved seeing her portraits. Thinking about you all.; April 27, 2016 at 5:38 PM
Nancy J said...: Sadness overwhelms at times like this. So much love, I was thinking of you early this morning, and knew that dear Gucci would have been given all the very best care and love always from you and wonderful care from all the staff . Hugs from NZ.; April 27, 2016 at 6:18 PM
The Dancing Donkey said...: I am so very sorry.; April 27, 2016 at 6:22 PM
Val Ewing said...: <3 which would turn into a heart if I could make it...; April 27, 2016 at 7:04 PM
Auntie Reg said...: Hugs to you Lori. Gucci has brought you many joys.; April 27, 2016 at 7:26 PM
Two French Bulldogs said...: Oh Gucci! The woman has you working
Snorts,
Lily & Edward; April 27, 2016 at 7:32 PM
Cloudia said...: Thanks for the feeling <3; April 27, 2016 at 7:47 PM
Grey Horse Matters said...: Poor little girl. Such a sweetheart.; April 27, 2016 at 8:04 PM
Gale said...: I am so very sorry.; April 28, 2016 at 9:55 AM

FROM GREY HORSE MATTERS...

Where to Bury a Horse

If you bury him in this spot,
the secret of which you must already have,
he will come to you when you call;
come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,
they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming,
For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass
bent by his footfall,
who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.
People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know something
that is hidden from them
and which is well worth the knowing
The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.

Thank you, Grey Horse Matters.

Poem for Masterpiece

Masterpiece of '79

He was a dark bay Masterpiece.

Deep chocolate brown

With small coal tipped ears

And three snowy white socks.

An eraser smudge of white

Above his eye

And a star connected to a blaze

Starting narrow and funneling wide

To wrap his lips

in a kiss.

He lived with dignity and joy;

A Masterpiece blend

of longevity

And temperament.

Appaloosa for soundness,

Thoroughbred for heart, and

Quarter Horse for sensible intelligence.

Although he is gone

His Masterpiece remains

In the memory of Jen

Who found and rode him;

And of Lori

Who soaked his beet pulp

And his sore feet,

Who loved him and,

When it was time,

Let him go.

Poem by Annette from Aspen Meadows.
Thank you.....

Followers

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Peace, Sweet Girl....

9 comments: