Today, as I was walking out to the barn, I saw two doves. It was the first time I've seen them since winter hit, and it reminded me of Red and the dove who would perch near Cowgirl last year as she mourned for him.
I looked on my calendar and, sure enough, yesterday was the anniversary of his death.
Seeing them again made me happy. It reminded me of Red.
Isn't it amazing how much you can love a horse? And now, here we are thinking about breeding his horse wife, Cowgirl.
And, it hit me that Red raised Cowgirl from a weanling until she was almost 13! So that means, any horse Cowgirl raises will have a big part of Red in it. His personality. The things he taught her. Think of all the dark nights where they would take turns lying down--one standing watch over the other. All the times they lay down together, too, and slept side by side. The times she, and her mare herd, would guide him through the night back to his stall where his equine senior was waiting for him.
Oh, the memories. And they're all in Cowgirl's heart.
If all goes well, I'll be getting a part of Red back.