say that memories are golden, well, maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories, I only wanted You.
A million times I needed You, a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved You, You never would have died.
In life I loved You dearly, in death I love You still.
In my heart you hold a place no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway, and heartache make a lane.
I'd walk the path to heaven, and bring You back again.
page is dedicated to the memory of Baby, my first horse. I was
at that age where every girl dreams of having a horse (but I
never outgrew it as so many do). She was green-broke, and I
didn't know how to ride (what a great combination!). We learned
together, from each other. She became my friend, my companion,
my partner. It often seemed that we could read each others minds.
What we shared was founded on a level of trust that I have never
found with another horse since then. She would do anything I
asked of her - even if she was afraid - as she trusted me not
to put her in a harmful situation. "Teaching" Baby
to drive took an hour to adjust the harness and 10 minutes to
hook up the cart ... Then off we went! It was that simple -
The First Time! (If you've never taught a horse to drive, ask
anyone who has just how "impossible" that is!) I Dream
of finding another horse that I can share such an incredible
bond with, but I think what we had was a very special once-in-a-lifetime
blessing. Baby would have had a home with me for life, but was
taken after a few short years by a vet's mistake. She will always
be missed, and every new horse will be measured in comparison.
Don't Cry For The Horses
cry for the horses that life has set free.
A million white horses forever to be.
Don't cry for the horses now in God's hand.
As they dance and they prance in a heavenly band.
They were ours as a gift, but never to keep.
As they close their eyes forever to sleep.
Their spirits unbound. On silver wings they fly.
A million white horses against the blue sky.
Look up into heaven, you'll see them above.
The horses we lost, the horses we loved.
Manes and tails flowing they gallop through time.
They were never yours - they were never mine.
Don't cry for the horses. They'll be back someday.
When our time is gone, they will show us the way.
Do you hear that soft nicker? Close to your ear?
Don't cry for the horses. Love the ones that are here.
Ya Wita "Baby"
click on her picture to see Baby's memorial page.
Idget, Stinker &
Yes, They Are Skunks! (To answer the question everyone asks)
These little guys were such an experience! De-scented skunks
make great housepets, and will use a litterbox just like cats.
They are very curious and playful. A common occurance in our
house was being "attacked" by a couple little fur-balls
running sideways at us with tails at full-mast & fluffed
out like little Christmas trees. They would stomp their front
feet, and manage to run sideways so they could face us, and
have their little skunk butts pointed at us at the same time
- Quite a sight!
When a little blue pup was dumped in my neighbors yard she brought
it over and asked us to take it to the pound for her as she
was working & Obviously that never happened. "Smutt"
decided to adopt me as "Her Person", and loved every
second she got to spend in my presence. She was the most totally
devoted & loyal dog I have ever had. She would "mother"
little helpless kittens, take care of new puppies, and once
(much to our amusement) adopted a squeaky little Barney doll
into her litter.
An energetic little bundle of joy, "Red" will be deeply
missed. She was a beautiful IG that was lost to an unfortunate
accident too early in her life.
Niki was a pound rescue. As I walked down the row of dogs jumping
at the gates, barking and begging for attention, she calmly
stood in the middle of her run and stared at me. 80% wolf, with
a lean build, one blue eye & one brown, and incredible intelligence,
Niki was awesome. She defined the phrase "Poetry In Motion"
- she didn't run, she would flow over the ground.
Cinda was the first dog that was "all my own" as a child. She
was a tiny purebred Shetland Sheepdog - a "Little Lassie". She
brings back many fond memories...
Ruffian was an alley cat named after a racehorse.
Walking home from a soccer game one day I heard tiny little meows
coming from under a portable school building. The school had
been trapping cats, and had left a litter of three kittens motherless.
One was already dead, and one died the next day, but Ruffian
was a fighter. He was at most only two days old when I found
him, and I raised him by feeding with an eye dropper every two
hours. He went to college with me tucked in the front of my
shirt until he was old enough to eat on his own. He was named
after Ruffian, the only filly to ever win the Kentucky Derby,
as he had such a will to live.
Sunny was a Sun Conure who brightened our
home with her friendly curiosity & loud noisemaking.