Goodbye, Eddie
Today was a bittersweet day. There are horses in your life that maybe don't make a huge impact on you, but you like them, because they are good horses, and they have funny personalities. Eddie was one of those horses.
He belonged to the sweetest lady, Karen, who I always liked to chat with. We all did. She doted on Eddie, who was like a child to her, and he was her everything - I don't think she is the happiest person on earth, but Eddie always made up for that.
Eddie was 25 years old, and looked ten years younger. He was happy, healthy, and your perfect grumpy old man. He always made angry faces, but he wasn't really angry. He just liked to bark at you; it was part of his charm.
This morning, Eddie came in from the field by himself, and went down. He got back up, but not for very long. He had a tumor in his stomach, it turns out, one of those things we never would have known about. I thank whomever it is that looks after our beloved horses that he did not suffer, and that he lived a wonderful life with a wonderful owner.
Mr. Eddie...we will miss your grumpy ways, and Honeycomb and Gambler look lost without you in their field. Sonic misses sparring with you across the aisle already...he was looking for you tonight, after dinner. Jimmy and I keep walking past your stall and it is so strange to see the door closed. Godspeed, handsome boy.
On the day of Eddie's death, we had a Greyhound Welfare fundraiser at the barn. It was my "mainden voyage" running a fundraiser, and we made $400 from our baked goods and Sonic's good-hearted pony rides, and one lovely person's donation. Sonic was ever the gentleman. It is great to make so much money for our dogs, because every little bit counts. I wish that Eddie had been there to grump at everyone over the fence...I know he would have made faces at everyone, but still taken the carrots all the visitors were toting.
Today, I gave Sonic lots of hugs and kisses. There are days that I hate the fact that our pets do not live as long as us. Eddie reminded me that even though my beautiful boy is young, we only have them for so long.
He belonged to the sweetest lady, Karen, who I always liked to chat with. We all did. She doted on Eddie, who was like a child to her, and he was her everything - I don't think she is the happiest person on earth, but Eddie always made up for that.
Eddie was 25 years old, and looked ten years younger. He was happy, healthy, and your perfect grumpy old man. He always made angry faces, but he wasn't really angry. He just liked to bark at you; it was part of his charm.
This morning, Eddie came in from the field by himself, and went down. He got back up, but not for very long. He had a tumor in his stomach, it turns out, one of those things we never would have known about. I thank whomever it is that looks after our beloved horses that he did not suffer, and that he lived a wonderful life with a wonderful owner.
Mr. Eddie...we will miss your grumpy ways, and Honeycomb and Gambler look lost without you in their field. Sonic misses sparring with you across the aisle already...he was looking for you tonight, after dinner. Jimmy and I keep walking past your stall and it is so strange to see the door closed. Godspeed, handsome boy.
On the day of Eddie's death, we had a Greyhound Welfare fundraiser at the barn. It was my "mainden voyage" running a fundraiser, and we made $400 from our baked goods and Sonic's good-hearted pony rides, and one lovely person's donation. Sonic was ever the gentleman. It is great to make so much money for our dogs, because every little bit counts. I wish that Eddie had been there to grump at everyone over the fence...I know he would have made faces at everyone, but still taken the carrots all the visitors were toting.
Today, I gave Sonic lots of hugs and kisses. There are days that I hate the fact that our pets do not live as long as us. Eddie reminded me that even though my beautiful boy is young, we only have them for so long.