Seven Years Ago

Seven years ago today I lost my first horse, my dream horse. He was the first horse we said goodbye to. In losing Dictator I realized I wanted to change our perspective and focus on the old horses. Of course it took me a bit to actually get to that point but that's our focus as of today, seven years later. We want to offer a permanent home to old horses so that they may live out their golden years in retirement. It could be that these old warriors are with us for years to come or it could be that they are with us for only a few short months. But no matter the length of time, we want to offer a safe sanctuary for those that have worked their entire life and deserve a chance to relax.

My one regret with Dictator's passing is that I wasn't with him at the time. He went in the middle of the night, which was his way. He always wanted to do things his way. But after knowing that I wasn't there, I vowed that for the rest, I would be with them until their last breath and that they would know love and kindness.

I consider each horse who has passed through our barn to be a blessing. It is an honor to say that we were the caretakers of these magnificent animals who gave their all to please others. It is an honor and a privilege to care for these horses. Some might question why I prefer the old horses. It's their wisdom and their knowledge that I can turn to.

So although the passing of Dictator is as hard today as it was seven years ago, I will not cry today but rejoice in knowing that I was the privileged one to have known Dictator, and to have known all those that have stayed at the Sanctuary.

You may not be on this earth, but you are in my heart and soul. We miss you Tiny Dictator.