Divine Intervention

Ugh, I feel so sorry for my mom about the horse. She has some stupid luncheon that she HAD to go to today too...screw that. I couldn't do it.

The whole event was super traumatic and although in hindsight it's obvious that it was all for the best, it's still one of those things that is just such a shock.

For those of you who don't read the comments, my mom was left with the sudden but urgent task of finding a backhoe so that Shadow could be buried before nightfall. My brother called, completely unaware of the tragedy, and she was crying and told him she couldn't find someone to bury her. Amazingly enough, my brother (who lives near the beach) had JUST had someone stop by his house out of the blue and offer to take a tree out of the front yard.

He's a renter and had no need for the guy, but he took his number and knew that the guy had his equipment, including a backhoe, with him.

He agreed to come right out and had even grown up on a farm and had buried several large animals before. He was considerate and kind, offering to work by himself if Mr. Ashley and my dad would rather wait inside, and when my mom asked how much she owed him, he told her that he was sure she had had a pretty sad day and to just give him whatever she thought she could.

Even he agreed that the whole thing was a sign of Divine Intervention and that it was all a very strange set of coincidences that brought him to her.

The vet also refused payment and felt horrible that it all happened.

It's a nice reminder that there are good people out there, and that Someone Somewhere is looking out for us.

The really sad part is that our horse Magic (I think it's spelled fancier than that, they're all Arabians and have silent letters in their long fancy names) is GRIEF STRICKEN. She was his best friend in the whole world, he would go berserk if she was taken to the wash rack for a bath and was out of his sight.

I guess he was leaning over the fence and neighing nervously at the tarp that covered her and he spent the night literally screaming, according to my poor mom, who barely slept.

So send your nice thoughts/prayers/positive energy if you've got any towards the direction of Magic and my mom, they've got a tough stretch of road ahead of them.

I resisted the urge to tell you all yesterday that it had been three weeks since Heidi Louise died and it still hurts me bad every single day. I know it's one of those things that only time will help and that there's really nothing anyone can say, but losing a pet does hurt so bad.