There are some people who say that no one is really completely dead until their name is spoken for the last time. And so they set a an empty place at the table at least once a year and drink a toast, going around the table with each person in turn reciting the names of fallen friends and family.

It’s a ritual I’ve adopted and find it oddly comforting.

warmest regards,

sj

By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
when their time on earth is over and done.

For here, between this world and the next,
is a place where beloved equines find rest,
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
’til The Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.

No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
for here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed.
Their bodies have healed with strength imbued.

They trot through the grass without even a care,
’til one day they whinny and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes sharp and alert.
Then all of the sudden one breaks from the herd.

For just at that second, there’s no room for remorse.
As they see each other…one person…one horse.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
The time of their parting is over at last.

The sadness they felt while they were apart
has turned to joy once more in each heart.
They nuzzle with a love that will last forever.
And then, side-by-side, they cross over…together.
-Author Unknown

Hugs,
Shelly

Kathy, Comet, Lollipop, Cali & Minuet

Those who knew her will miss her.

Thank you all for the kind words. I appreciate it