There
are bad times and then there are the terrible, horrible, awful, no-good
times. Not much else can be said for the times of departure of a
beloved. Thursday May 30 began as just another normal day but ended in
unexpected grief.
Mack's Reward, an OTTB, was the horse
I'd been longing for, for fifty plus years. Since a child, I'd
wanted a horse and finally after establishing a career and moving from places
as far-flung as the pacific islands, at the age of fifty-six I finally felt
settled enough to bring into my life the horse I'd always wanted.
After a three month search, we found
each other and Mac came home to fill my life. For nine short years
he was an integral part of the family. He taught me to
ride and everything I know about horses. From him I learned the deep
meaning of interspecies relationship.
When
I entered the barn that evening for regular feeding, I could see before even
entering that this was not going to be just another routine
feeding. A portion of Mac’s stall wall was knocked down, a sight I’d
never seen and a feat requiring enormous force.
Mac
was lying down in the midst of disheveled stall mats and bedding with eyes full
of agony. As I entered the barn he pulled himself
up on very shaky and unstable legs and
supported himself by leaning his
hind-end against the back wall, looking back at me in utter despair. With
an enormous knot arising in the belly I was flooded with rage, despair, fear,
and helplessness.
Thus
began an ordeal that ended five days later at the veterinary
hospital at the University of Tennessee, Knoxville. After
a three-hour transport, a six hour surgical proceeded to release the intestinal
blockage, and several days of post-op recovery without improvement, the
inevitable had to be accepted.
I
embraced his neck, held him close and wept. What else can one do at such
times?
The
vets unhooked the IVs; I dried my eyes, haltered Mac, and took him outside for
our last walk. He was sedated and not in terrible pain. As we
walked outside after his five days of confinement, he lifted his beautiful
proud head absorbing the sunshine and taking in everything into view as if the
world could not be a more wonderful place.
Several
passers-by, obviously horse peoples themselves and with no ideas as to what was
coming, stopped to admire and comment on his exceptional beauty and
magnificence.
I
can’t count the times I’d heard similar comments. Whoever came in contact
with Mac knew they were in the presence of an unusual horse.
Even
after the five day ordeal, he still looked like the perfect picture of health
and with every ounce in my body I wished that he were.
A
mother and her infant observed from a short distance.
The
mother asked, “Can
we come closer?”
I
shook my head and said, “Yes.”
The
infant transfixed, observed in amazed fascination.
His
mother said, “This is the first horse he has ever seen.”
I
thought to myself, “The circle of life.”
I
wanted the moment to last forever.
We
went back into the clinic. I gave Mac water, which he drank with
relish. The vets came and with my heart breaking in agony I led him to
the room where we were going to say goodbye.
Within
seconds after the injection he was down. There wasn't a hint of shock in his
now
still
eyes.
I
dropped to my knees and buried my face in his silky-soft, warm, and powerful
neck. The river of tears burst forth as I wept uncontrollably. Out
of respect and with tears in their eyes the vets and techs quietly departed the
room to leave us together.
I
transported his body back home where he rests in peace in the pasture he shared
with his long time pasture mate.
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