Not every day is it all about me. Today was one such day. I felt the recent loss of my best non-human friend and carriage driving companion, Pharoah. It really sucks to lose an animal you’ve had for what seems like forever. Isn’t 20 years nearly forever? I’ve never been faced with the passing of a horse. Even though I have had quite a few of them, and quickly became attached, I resigned myself to the fact that horses will come and go in my life and I never owned one long enough to feel the pain of their passing. Not until now.
Pharoah, who will eventually have a page here, and may even end up having his own blog, came into my life at the end of the summer in 1989. He was all of 13 months old and a very scrawny, gangly legged, under-developed Arabian horse. He had this personality that was simply the best; he was a very happy animal and just wanted to please. My husband literally scooped him up and put him in the horse trailer and brought him home. The rest as they say, is history.
I’m not going to go through his entire life here; that’s a project for somewhere else. I’ll just suffice it to say, that I don’t feel like it’s all about me right now; it’s all about him and how much I miss him. Crap, I guess that does make it about me. Well, no it isn’t about me. It’s about him and I didn’t want him suffering, so it was with compassion that I humanely laid him down one last time. It was clearly all about him. Pharoah, I miss you.
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