Catja Pafort <green_knight@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> Joyce Reynolds-Ward wrote:
>
> > I don't know how many now here remember Catja, from Great Britain (her
> > horse was Count Nosferatu, also known as Crumble).
>
> Count Notfaroutoe. After a Terry Pratchett character who was not quite a
> vampire, on account of needing a name for a horse who was not quite
> black.
>
> I'm not certain how he became 'Crumble', but that's the name he had.
<snip>
> In the end, it was not difficult decision at all. I loved my horse, but
> I loved the alert and happy horse, the one that loved running across
> wide open spaces, not a horse that looked like him without behaving like
> him.
>
> And I am glad that I was in a position to *make* that decision, where
> someone else might have tried this and that, and wanted to let him stay
> on over the summer, and hoped that he might get better again... watching
> *that* would have been indefinitely worse.
>
> I was there. I hung out with him and a friend and his beloved mares in
> the morning, and led him out of the field, where the local huntsman did
> the deed quick and painless. I will not have to worry that he suffers in
> the field, and I do not have to worry that he suffered in his death.
>
> Bye, Mudball. You will be missed.
"The mountain breeze is blowing through the meadow where you played.
The smell of honeysuckle fills the air here in the glade.
The cowbell in the distance whispers lightly in my ear.
And if I sit here quietly, I feel your spirit near.
So long for a little while; we'll see you bye and bye.
Somewhere between the moonlit stars way up in the sky.
There we'll share a memory for every tear we cried.
So long for a little while; we'll see you bye and bye."
(Mike Cross)
Right decisions are seldom easy ones. But eventually the
comfort from knowing you did the right thing for Crumble
will ease the pain.
He was a grand horse Catja. And he was lucky to have
had you in his life.
Sue
svleopold@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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