no animals

So you have a life with no animals?

How quiet that must be.

And hair free. You say “care free!”

 

My life is full of animals big and small!

It can be as noisy as can be.

Hairy, scary, and wild to see.

 

Wild critters, most tame and some not sure.

Each gives more than it takes.

Freely loving, forgiving, and loyal.

 

For every mess I clean up, there is love

Freely given, every time, and grace.

They are fools, they are wise.

 

I bust them sleeping on my pillows

Or leaving a mess on the floor.

When I’m ready to lose it, they come.

 

Tails wagging, small bodies purring

I can breathe because they love.

Unconditionally, no strings.

 

Horse kisses from soft muzzles – sweet!

Cow kisses from long rough tongues – uh.

Dog and cat push and nuzzle.

 

Wild birds come to visit. Soaring, Singing.

Deer sleeping on the lawn. Trusting.

Coyotes sing a choral mashup!

 

Some days I imagine a life with no animals.

And the silence, the clean seems to appeal.

I am brought back!  I know animals!

 

I know their ways. I know and love  them.

All God’s creatures, great and small.

We are one too – so we all belong.

 

Sneaking cookies or sleeping on pillows.

Counter surfing and leaving deposits 

Hair, mud, blood, spit and shit.

 

Holding them as they enter the world.

Loving them as they sadly leave.

Knowing them through it all.

Know animals? Oh yes I do.

No animals? Not a chance.

 

The talented Marina is tending bar for us at dVerse and we are talking about animals. I just moved across the prairies with two cats and two dogs, put the cows and horses with trusted friends and let an elder dog stay with a dear friend.  This is the first year I won’t see my cows calve, or have that first spring ride on my horse. But I know we’ll see them again, and that God has a plan. Even in the middle of a wildly crazy mess, there is a plan.  

What a rotten day

“what a rotten day this turned out to be” (George Strait, Baby’s Gotten Good at Goodbye)

Belle is calling for you, her whinny’s searching.

You called to her, one of your last breaths.

Trusting us, through near misses.

Close calls, but this one was too close.

 

Gone so fast, no time to even get a vet here.

The angel’s needed a good horse to ride.

I guess you were needed more there.

My heart just doesn’t understand why.

 

Look for Grandpa there, he’ll have his hat on.

Buddy up to Lefty, Rudy and the rest.

Kelly will take you riding, I’m sure he will.

I’ll braid your tail hair to wear, to remember you.

 

What a rotten day. The tears just keep coming.

I know I look like a wreck, a mess. Losing it.

Never, ever ‘just a horse’ but more. So much more.

I’ll miss riding you, petting you and smelling you.

 

Another piece of my heart is missing now.

The wound will heal with love and friends.

I’m thankful for that but still I could do

without another horse, dog or cat shaped scar.

 

Ranger died today, very fast, from ingesting a poison probably like water hemlock.  We’ll miss him.  

Ranger, Belle, Tika and Lola