RIP Windy

Yesterday I lost my best friend Windy. I went out to the stable and found him collapsed, the trauma of a prolapse was over but he still had a very faint heart beat. I was grateful that I could see that there was nothing I could do but sad that he had to go through the difficulties alone. The pain and fear of dying is a lonely time for every living thing. I didn't run for the vet or call anyone, I just sat with him for the next four hours. I heard that when you're dying you can only bare the gentlest of touch so I only put Magic's rug over his own to keep him warm. I cleared his chakras with my crystals and stroked his legs and neck asking to bring his soul back into his body, where it had been lost in the trauma. Then I set about setting his spirit free. I asked him what other animal energy guides he needed, if any, for his transition and he asked for the tiger, the crow, the rabbit, the brown bear and the hippo in turn.

I can't really bring myself to talk to anyone at the moment. Everyone loved Windy, knows how much he means to me and how he was my number one support and me his. Everyone reminds me of different amazing times we shared. I have thought of the best ever cross country ride and competition, how he saved our lives on a bad bend, our favourite dressage sheet comment : 'great synergy between horse and rider', the massive advantage of getting to do my road safety qualifications on him as we must have been out 500 hundred times beforehand. The years I rode him in a head collar and me with no hat just to establish that trust pays off and the bit was no longer necessary. The adventure of getting a friend to steal him out of the yard I'd been working in, when I was off injured, and then hitching him up to my car and driving to Valentia island for a couple of weeks. Cantering around the hills in Suffolk when I took him back to England with me for a year. Riding him in arena's at midnight after work. Most special of all were the hours of standing around with him in umpteen stables and fields, just communing.

God I loved that horse and I love everyone else I have known for helping me with him all this time. He was in brilliant order right until the end and I was going to even ride him on Sunday in the sun but in the end just gave him a little massage before I went to work and did his stable. I think he was content as he was at home and so was I and his new little companion Magic and a big massive bale of good hay and a comfy bed and his own stable. He was 24 nearly 25 and I had him from when he was 8 years old. Since the recession and the horse meat crisis, I have cleared more than 80,000 horses, abused, abandoned and killed. Windy gave something amazing and healing to that work. I will miss him with all my heart x x x