Whisper of Light

I've been back up at the house for a few hours now. The kids are all taken care of and spending some time watching cartoons while I try and begin to handle what has happened here this morning.  My eyes are at that cried out point of actual pain where nothing else is left but that burning sensation. Czech & Bandon took turns holding me up, it feels lonely to be at the house without them.

The horse who sparked a deep love in me for Off Track Thoroughbreds, the start of a dream and my best friend, died early this morning of a likely aortic aneurysm. It could be debated that the extended stall rests then her explosiveness at turn-out, contributed.

Whisper wasn't the kind of horse that you would call a good horse, but she was mine and I loved her for everything she was. She and I were both flawed and we didn't mind. I don't know how to walk up to the barn and not see her there tonight. She and I had an unspoken world that was just ours and now it's over. I'm in total shock. I can't believe such a powerful light is gone.