By now I'm sure most of you have heard that Crystal did not recover. We were forced to have her put down just shortly after I published my last post here. The attending vets were extremely perplexed and no conclusive cause of death could be found without a complete necropsy. It was pretty obvious that there had been some sort of complication with her pregnancy and foaling, but exactly what went wrong we will never know.
A weekend of heartache, turmoil and confusion followed Crystal's passing. I am extremely grateful that she raised her son an entire week for me and that he was fat and
There is an appointed time for everything,
I had meant to officially introduce Crystal's colt in a special blog just about him, but somehow it doesn't feel like the right time for that now. I gave the colt the temporary name "Zeeba" because the wavy nature of his hair made him appear striped all over. The name seems to be sticking. The focus of my posts will be shifting to him and his journey, now that his mother's journey is ended.
Together we have already overcome some difficult hurdles. It was a challenge to get Zeeba eating again, he didn't understand how to get food with his mother gone. Crystal was also the source of all Zeeba's comfort and protection. Right up to the last his welfare was her primary concern, he recognized her absence the moment she drew her last breath, he lived in total fear and confusion for at least two days because he couldn't find her. Thankfully animals don't hurt or grieve in quite the same way humans do. The very young heal more quickly, and Zeeba is already becoming confident in his independence. He instinctively knew that he would have to walk alone one day, his solo journey just started sooner than most foals' do. He has begun to rely on the strength of the other horses around him. Horses can teach us the wisdom of creating a herd of friends who can help us through the hard times when maybe even our family can't be there for us.
It is with good reason that the Bible poetically calls death our enemy(1Cor. 15:26). It is an enemy that is near by, yet never fails to shock and surprise when it strikes close to us. When we see death's face it draws up the ghosts of every painful loss we have experienced, old wounds become new again adding to the ache of our fresh grief. It is times like this that should remind us of the beautiful and fragile nature of life. Take the time to go hug your horses, express your love to those closest to you, because you never know when you will be continuing on your journey without someone who is dear to you.