It's so nice to know someone cares about you enough to lie to your face, isn't it?

My dog was hit by a truck today. Before you ask, no. He didn't make it. I ran out to see him and he was dead on the street. It was messy, bloody. We wrapped him in towels and our friend who works for the vet took him to be cremated. His ashes will be spread at the lake, at the place we used to love to go.

The man who did it was very apologetic, he feels very bad about it I know. This is my baby. My most precious baby. My life was this dog.

The best thing about all of this is that I wrote a poem and it's nice. That's all.

In loving memory.

2009 - 2010, Draco.

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I was contemplating my life. Yes, the whole 70+ years that are left. And the words came to me as I drew. Here they are.

Because I'm a horse lovin' fool.

The horse tamed the human
To look upon them with glee
For when the horse looks upon man
He says 'you will never be free'.

The horse flies across fields,
You watch with nothing but love
The horse asks, so nicely
'Aren't I just a gift from above?'
Indeed you are good horse
We will never know such wonder
For humankind, in all its glory
Will always, always blunder

The horse does not fall or die
With a scream or indignant sound
Even as the fire flickers
His brave heart continues to pound
We humans will never know this strength
We damned ourselves long ago
But within their eyes is something we lack
A fire, a will, and a soul.

So we salute you, brave horses
As only humans will
By using you, abusing you,
Make you work through the long hours

When the time comes, the horse will reign
The angels will come down and sing
We look into the light, we finally see
The angels, who fly without wings

VERY dark, sad, blah, all that. Don't read if you cry easily.

Wow, I let myself type whatever I want for ten minutes and I come up with THIS?!

Warning: DARK, misanthropic, sad, blah.

A short, sweet poem I wrote. (Though some very sensitive people may think it's sad.) You know, try to read it twice. It took me that long to realize it isn't total crap.

WARNING: This is NOT a children's story. If you are offended at all by misanthropic statements or violence, then do not continue and go somewhere else.

And Allah took a handful of southerly wind, blew His breath over it, and created the horse.... Thou shall fly without wings, and conquer without any sword. Oh, horse. ~Bedouin Legend

Okay, so at the ranch where I work, one of the trainers, who is a friend of mine, made me an offer I can't refuse: A free horse. He's a project horse, named Loco, a cute little Arabian gelding. He was rescued from the slaughter house, and though I've spent a lot of time with him, I don't know a lot about him. She told me.

Loco, short for his show name Locomotion, was trained from an extremely young age. Arabians mature slowly, and when they worked him too hard, a part of his ankle broke. He would recover, but it would take a few years. They sent him to slaughter. He had already been measured and ready to leave, when Ashley, my friend, couldn't take it any more and rescued him. He is almost done with recovery and will be ready in spring or summer. He has had such a bad past with humans that, at a meager four years old, he is antsy about them. I'm going to rehabilitate him.




Those are both relatives of his, his sire and half-brother, I think. To think someone could throw away an animal like that breaks my heart... I needed to write about it.