It’s been a sad spring. In April, my beloved little white mare, Mousie, suddenly fell seriously ill. In spite of the best care available from a team of skilled veterinarians and an extended stay at the Université de Montréal Veterinary Faculty at St-Hyacinthe, her recovery was not to be.
Her passing leaves a ragged hole in my heart and she is sorely missed by all of us who loved her. If all horses go to heaven, then she is surely contentedly grazing now with her old friend Baybarr.
Somewhere…somewhere in time’s own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some Paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.