An emotionally drained. R.I.P. to Squeak.

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Lost to colic this afternoon.
I can't really say alot about you now, cos i keep welling up and can't see what i'm typing.
I worshiped you at the same time as hating you cos you were so talented at the same time as being so difficult!! we gave you 5 months holiday out in the most lush green field followed by a season hunting, to see if it changed you, i didn't give you a chance at the end of your seasons hunting and tried to sell you straight away, without any luck, it seemed you were destined to be with me.. you came home and for a week went like the horse i'd always worshiped.. going like the best horse i've ridden on the flat, as well as coming 2nd in a SJing class at Pontispool on Wed... how could you have been going like a pot. Grand Prix dressage horse yesterday, and today be dead..
One thing is for sure, you'll never be forgotten Squeak.


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Oh my goodness- what absolutely dreadfull news. Am so sorry. He looked like such a smart horse and a real character- how beautifull he looked on the XC course when he was going well. RIP Squeak.
 
What a terrible shock for you - to lose a horse so suddenly is utterly heartbreaking.

Thinking of you x

RIP Squeak
 
this poem was posted on here a couple of weeks ago, someone had found it and posted it on the Teddy O'Connor condolences site.
probably very apt for Squeak too... hope it doesn't put you in floods though.

"I'll lend you for a little while, my Grandest Foal." God said,
"For you to love while he's alive, and mourn for when he's dead.
It may be one, or twenty years.
Or days or months, you see.
But will you 'till I take him back,
take care of him for me?
He'll bring you charms to gladden you,
and should his stay be brief,
You'll have those treasured memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught on earth
I want this foal to learn.
I've looked the whole world over
in my search for teachers true
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
with trust I've selected you.
Now, will you give him all your love,
nor think the labour vain,
Nor hate me when I come
to take him home again?
I know you'll give him tenderness,
and love will bloom each day,
And for the happiness you've known,
you will forever grateful stay.
But should I come and call for him
much sooner than you planned,
You'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
and maybe understand."
 
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