Train and Hannah last winter
Linda wrote this today, about two horses who have been our friends, our teachers, and our inspiration.
This morning, we had my old friend Train and his best friend Hannah laid to rest in the back pasture they enjoyed so much. Their health had deteriorated over the last several months and the decision was made to not put them through another Manitoba winter.
Train would have been 30 this January, and Hannah was about 20, although her exact age will never be known. The two shared such a close bond that it seemed right to have them end their lives together.
For those of you that knew them, you know that they shared a spirit that far surpassed the strength of their physical forms. Over his 30 years Train survived the race track, multiple freak injuries (including a fractured skull), terrible foot problems, a barn fire, food poisoning, founder, some mysterious illness four years ago, and most of all, me! He carried me willingly over many, many miles and fences (some fences not so willingly, but the feeling was mutual). His philosophy was that as long as he had something to eat, life was good, no matter where I took him or what we were doing. He was a great couch to sit on if you wanted just to hang out, and an enthusiastic galloper if you wanted to feel the wind in your hair. He taught me so much, and I will be forever grateful.
Hannah was a special girl, a true boss mare who knew her own mind and occasionally let us in on the secret! She had a tremendous, positive outlook on life that served her well as her body slowly broke down. Margaret has shared some of the many wonderful experiences she has had with Hannah (including something about fleeing the round pen when Hannah 'went Arab'). To tell the truth, Hannah could 'go Arab' better than most Arabian horses I know! If anything was going on in the neighbourhood, she was the first to know. If she disapproved, she had a dragon snort that carried for miles and was sure to put everyone on alert. She was a role model for me, as my arthritis slows me down, and she coped with all four legs of it. She showed her intelligence when she worked so carefully with our farrier to have her feet trimmed, even when she was in so much pain. She was always a sunny presence around here and I will miss her tremendously.
My heartfelt thanks to Linda and Rob, and Train, for giving Hannah such a loving home in her last years, a peaceful end, and a beautiful resting place. -M
Some of Linda's horse - inspired fibre art
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