It Ain't Right
Wednesday, our 9-year-old Friesian died suddenly. Very weird. He literally dropped in his tracks, and the best we can figure is that it was either a heart attack, or more likely according to our vet, an aneurysm.
He was a fine horse. I gave him grief as he had quite an ego, and if ever there was a horse destined to play Gaston in Beauty and the Beast in real life, it was Cappy. Danielle is handling this well, but is inside deeply distraught. With all the horror in Haiti (and I deeply recommend supporting Doctors w/o Borders, but naturally do as you think best), it's easy for many people to say this was just a horse; just a dumb animal. This is rot. He trod lightly on this earth, and did more than most know to entertain a lot of people and regularly paid tribute to the war fallen in our local Memorial Day parade.
You can never fathom why loved ones are taken from us, especially years before it seems even remotely fair. But we're stuck with it. The nice part about the spirits that touch us is the happiness and soul remains with us, where the flesh has passed and goes back to the earth. Thanks Cappy, for your contribution to our lives.










