Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Hoofprints postscript

One weekend in October, when the aspens were clad in golden splendor, we took the granite plaque and placed it over Billy's final resting place. The day was absolutely beautiful; the view out to the meadow clear and bright. My dear husband was the one behind this. He created and ordered it. I think it is only fitting that such a wonderful horse be commemorated with such a beautiful marker and I am so grateful to Gary for being so dear and thoughtful. He actually posted on facebook, " When I married my horse in 1983 I got the package deal--he came with a complimentary wife and two daughters. Little did I know how little I knew of horses or women, or how much I could love both. Billy--Bean, to me--became the arbiter of where we lived, what we drove, where we recreated, and where we shopped. And over the long years his horsey sense of humor, dappled belly, grumbling nicker, and steady dark-eyed gaze became ingrained in our lives. He brought a bit of Rohan into all of our lives...." And now he is gone and still, even 5 months later, we still shed many tears. His absence will always be present. His hoofprints will never fade. .  .


Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Final Hoofprints

These photos were taken a few days before Jess and I left for Sierra Fiddle Camp. We knew he would not be here when we returned. There really are no words to describe what a huge part of our lives this horse was. Looking back through all these posts, I see him woven throughout the fabric of our everyday. I still remind myself it's time to feed Billy lunch, as I have done for the past 13 years. I still hear his soft whinney in the mornings when I go out to the gazebo to sip my coffee. He was and will always be a beloved horse to each of us in this family. We miss him terribly. I am so grateful that we were able to bury his ashes up on the beautiful mountain on our land, where hopefully we will someday have a cabin. Gary is going to get a plaque made with his picture on it and some fitting words to put over his grave. 

Hoofprints in the Sunset

One late afternoon, in 2005, when the sky was very beautiful, I took these pictures with Jessica and Billy.

Hoofprints and Gary

No matter what Gary was doing, if Billy was anywhere nearby, he would have to be a part of it.

I decided to insert this blog-entry from January, 2011. I think it gives an insight into the preparatory trauma we experienced months before we finally said goodbye. 

I just talked with Stacey, my vet. She stopped by this afternoon to see how Billy is doing. He doesn't have long, I fear. She will drop off a different kind of medicine to manage the pain in his left knee tomorrow. She said that he may do ok for another month or so...but then, the day WILL come when he just won't be able to get up once he lies down. Bless his dear heart. He is still so alert. still whinneys when I go out to feed him...still relishes his organic apple or carrot before lunch. Oh, my gosh. How on earth can I even think about the inevitable. The pain deepens with every passing day, knowing that each day only brings us closer to his last. Nearly half my life he's shared. The great given, that which I love I must someday say good bye to, is always shoved aside, deep into the recesses of tomorrow. But tomorrow always comes. May God give me the strength.

McBean said...
I've been thinking about Billy Bob all day, strangely enough. He's a member of our family and so much a part of each of us. He's been through every season of my life and I can truthfully say there is not a time that I can remember where he wasn't part of what made life life. The season of goodbye is a time we can all safely dread, I think.

Hoofprints with Teona and Kaysee

This one is my favorite. It was taken at Thanksgiving 2010 when T and K were here.

Miscellaneous Hoofprints with Jessica

 Sometime in 1990 when we were boarding the horses at Terese's

 Riding with Marra
 Watermelon...oh yummy!!
Thanksgiving 2010

Monday, August 15, 2011

Hoofprints in the Desert

Driving was always a favorite...of Krista and of Billy. It was a sad day when I had to sell the cart. Billy could no longer be driven due to his ringbone so a man from Prescott bought it. I hope he had as much fun with it as we did.

Krista and Jessica
 Jessica and I riding with a friend, Monica and her daughter out at Spur Cross in Cave Creek
 Krista and Billy up on Lone Mountain
 Teona and Kaysee on Billy, I on Fancy
 Eryn and Krista

 Eryn and I
 Jessica and Krista

I love these black and white photos of Krista and Jess with the horses.