One year today.
I have zero regrets about saying goodbye Caspian. Zero. It was time. I did right by him.
And so long as I don’t think about it, it doesn’t actually bother me all that much. My days are full and I’m too busy to dwell on anything, much less things I’d rather not think about. Reverie fills my heart and she keeps me on my toes enough that there’s no time to miss him.
But danged if it isn’t still pretty raw, when I stop moving long enough to remember him and how very good he was.
I miss his canter. I miss his steadiness. I miss his kind eyes, and how very beautiful he was.
It feels like forever ago, and also no time at all.
I’m glad to say I sat on him: ) Golly he was huge. I remember how the ground shook when he ran around the indoor.
Nothing made me cry so hard or help so much as your verse about the white horse in heaven. Thank you. I’m glad you met him, too. You can have second ride 🙂
Story died in 2006 and I still have days when I miss her. She was the perfect horse. The Dragon is also the perfect horse, and they are about as different as it’s possible to be and still be a Standardbred. But, you know. It’s been 14 years. 14! That’s hard to believe.