09/09/2025
Horses are heartbreak.
I donāt wish to minimize anyoneās personal stories but when we love horses, we knowingly sign up for the possibility of tragedy. A veterinarian friend of mine once quipped, āHorses are born. Then, they spend the rest of their lives trying to kill themselves.ā He was being funny but not really. Heād literally seen it all.
We can insure them for loss but while we can safeguard a financial investment, we can do nothing to buffer our hearts. Every seasoned horse(wo)man I know has a story that begins, āIf only Iād been there, or, if only Iād knownā¦ā
If only, if only, if only.
Horses have always been our teachers. They may teach us to win graciously and to accept defeat with nobility. They may teach us to be brave⦠to go to that place where we cannot imagine going⦠to eventually forgive ourselves⦠and to dare to love and lose, again. They teach us to fly and inevitably, they will teach us how to fall.
If your heart has been so scarred, I want you to know that I am very sorry. You now belong to a band of brothers, or a sisterhood, one who has been through fire. Youāve been made witness to something that has made you wonder if you will ever make it out the other side. We, who so love to watch our horses, to hear and smell them, to read about horses, to dream about horses, to think about them with nothing but joy in our hearts. We feel our bond with horses so fully, we can only pray that we will be strengthened through the inevitable goodbyes.
In the end, our horsesāour joy, our wings, our better selvesāare also our heartbreak. There is no other way.