I loved my 15 years of riding and do miss their company. Horses are beautiful creatures, and how they get abused is more than beyond me.
Many of you have known me for some time and have read about my riding with DJ, my Connemara namesake; however, although he was very special, he wasn't my first love. His name was Jaykub, and when he died in 2003, at the age of 10, he broke my heart. I had fallen in love with him at first sight, and had the honour of actually owning him for just over 18 months ... and also knowing he loved me.
Anyway, as I was looking at web-sites, I saw this poem ... well known, but as ever, meaning a lot.
The Rainbow Bridge For Horses
By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
when their time on earth is over and done.
For here, between this world and the next,
is a place where beloved creatures find rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
til The Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
for here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed.
Their bodies have healed with strength imbued.
They trot through the grass without even a care,
til one day they whinny and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes sharp and alert.
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the herd.
For just at that second, there's no room for remorse.
As they see each other...one person...one horse.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past
The time of their parting is over at last.
The sadness they felt while they were apart
has turned to joy once more in each heart.
They nuzzle with a love that will last forever.
And then, side-by-side, they cross over...together.
Still miss you Jaykub (& DJ)