Joker died Saturday morning, January 24, 2009.
As near as we can pinpoint her age, she was 36 years old--ancient in horse terms, and I am sure we kept her alive with extraordinary care for long past her time.
I have not been able to write this up to this time, and it is hard to do so now.
If you have ever in your life loved an animal, you will have some understanding of what I am experiencing right now--maybe. But a piece of our family left with her.
I buried her in her favorite spot, under the trees behind the house. She was placed with her legs under her, her head looking towards the home of the folks with whom she shared her life for 28 years.
If you wish to read more about the best-riding horse God ever blessed upon any undeserving individual, go to "Older Posts" at the bottom of these postings.
I promise not to get so maudlin on any subject again.
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be,
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter, home from the hill.
Robert Louis Stevenson, 1884
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