Thank you OWN
My first visit back to the stables since little Liz died was the hardest. Her young daughter Flossie was a little subdued and SJ said she had become very sooky.
I think one doesn't just grieve for the animal lost, but also grieves for the change that takes place.
Us humans do not respond to change well on the whole and when the change is brought about by the loss of a loved one it makes it all the more challenging to adjust to.
We also had a change of circumstance brought about by the retirement of our racehorse. I say 'our' racehorse, but we actually only owned a small share. Djatala or 'Tank' as we knew him, is special too because he is the last of the horses bred by SJ's father who is now aged and frail.
He was born on the property and I watched him grow and followed his progress right through. He was a very difficult horse from day one but not aggressive in any way, just big and pushy and very headstrong - hence his stable name. His career was incredibly promising to start with and he won a few big city races, but unfortunately he battled problems with his knees and after two operations we found he was just finding the work too difficult. I developed a close relationship with him over the last 12 months. He responded to my gentle but firm handling and I always gave him carrots after his daily work and a lot of pats and fuss. No one would ride him at home because he was too strong, so we just worked him by other non-riding means and my boss let me be his sole handler - a task I loved.
He ran his last race two weeks ago. The highs and lows this horse gave us over the last 4 years have been quite something. I will certainly miss the excitement of his race days.
In a week or so he will have his shoes off and be put on the horse float and make the short trip up to my place where he will live a quiet, natural, relaxed life with my three other horses. It is the least he deserves after giving us so much pleasure.