Today, it has been 3 years since my Dad died.
Taxi Driver, Event Planner, Secretary, Dog Trainer, Errand Runner,
Coach, Cheerleader, Referee, Guidance Counselor, Accountant, Pool Cleaner
and Blogaholic;
SOUTHERN STYLE


Where to Bury a Horse
If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have,
he will come to you when you call; come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.
And though you ride other living horses through life,
they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming.
For he is yours, and he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall,
who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.
People who may never really love a horse.
Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them
and which is well worth the knowing...
The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.
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Posted by Daphne at 7:05 AM 1 comments
Labels: My Hubby, Our Pets, RIP, When Life Sux
Hubby was backing out of the driveway this morning when he accidentally ran Mimi over. It tore him up, she was his pup. He'd always wanted a red heeler, and we'd only had her a few months.

Mimi, just a couple weeks ago
Posted by Daphne at 9:17 PM 2 comments
Labels: My Hubby, Our Pets, RIP, When Life Sux