From: Galveston Daily News
By: Debbie Stoutamire
“Smile, though your heart is aching … Smile, even though it is breaking” — Charlie ChaplinI recently took a trip to the Habitat for Horses to talk to a man who knows what it is like to hold a dying animal in your arms, Jerry Finch. I had lost Old Blue, my best friend and the love of my life, that week. He died in my arms on Sept. 2.
Jerry once said: “We are the horse lovers. We stand together, picking up the weak, the old, the damaged, the unwanted.” Jerry recently lost a lease, and he said in the Habitat’s newsletter: “I broke a promise. It hurts worse than anything I ever imagined.”
Jerry had to turn away three skinny horses he had promised to take because there was no room for those sweet souls, and he cried.
I told him about those last moments with Blue, how he looked at me with panic in his eyes. Life gave Blue another chance, but Blue had given up on life. Old Blue’s hip had been broken while in recovery, at a local animal hospital for surgery, for removal of a growth and he could no longer be a dog.
Like the horses at the Habitat, Blue had been rescued. He had known an abundance of love, but it was just not enough to bring him back. Like the horses at the Habitat, Blue wanted to walk again, to be free of pain and sorrow. My love could not bring him back to life and that hurt.
Jerry and I talked about the horses who had crossed over. What resonated with my heart was our memories of MoZ, a horse we lost in April 2012. MoZ died at a place that had become his home — just like Blue — and Jerry held MoZ’s sweet head in his hands and told him stories at the end — just like I shared with Old Blue in his final hours.
I gave Jerry a picture of Old Blue at the animal hospital in the big red barn that serves as the hospital for intakes, at the Habitat, who need special care. The picture of Old Blue was taken when he was admitted at the animal hospital and he is smiling at me with so much love in his eyes, and Jerry smiled.
Before I go to bed every night, I play that song “Smile” and I read my first guest column “Singing a Song for Old Blue” (The Daily News, July 8, 2012), and I look at Blue’s smiling face in that picture, and I cry.
Before you go to bed tonight, hug your children, hug your dog — Old Blue would have loved that. Think about maybe donating to the Galveston Humane Society or Habitat for Horses’ Greener Pastures Land Fund. In the words of the late, great Charlie Chaplin, “Look up to the sky; you’ll never find rainbows if you’re looking down,” and smile.
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Debbie Stoutamire lives in Galveston.
You can out more about Old Blue in Habitat for Horses “In Loving Memory Of…” section of our website. This a place where beloved animals and animal lovers are memorialized. Old Blue’s story can be found by clicking here.
We are still raising money to replace the land unexpectedly lost as mentioned in the article above. You can donate by clicking here. Learn more about why Jerry had to turn those horses away by clicking here. ~ HfH[/column]
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Beautifully written. Been there , done that and it hurts.
Like Barbara – also been there & done that many times – my horse, many dogs & cats, rabbits & one special duck! Never gets easier – but boy, they all bring such joy to my life – no more horses, I’m sad to say, but will always have a dog & cat. How can people get along without all that love?
I’m sorry my donation could not have been larger. I have several 501’s that I routinely give too and by the time everyone gets their share–I’m tapped out.
I will try to get you a few dollars each month. Hopefully mine added with others can help.
Margaret – never think “It isn’r enough.” Every dollar helps, and I’d rather have a thousand folks send in a dollar than just one $1,000 donation. You show your support for us by leaving comments, by making contributions and by including us in your prayers. Over the years, that adds up. It gives us strength knowing that you are here with us.
There are a lot of great rescues out there, each one needing and deserving support. Thank you for sending us a share.
We raise them, take them in from being throw away, buy them to get them out o where they are and the abuse they are getting from that place, to bring them home and care and love them and still they slip away or we put them down. Each time my heart has broken for them, and my emotions are in an up roar, but the next one comes along and I have to try and help give it a second chance at life.
God helps me cause I am doing his work for these lost for gotten souls.
Daryl – this IS God’s work! Anyone who cares enough to keep doing this is preventing these creatures with no voice to be forgotten. We just need to BE their voices.
The old grey mare was not my horse but I spoiled her anyway, she lived in the pasture with mine. Something happened to her on Saturday (stroke?), I didn’t see her until Sunday. She called out to me when she saw me and then she fell down. I put a warm blanket on her and held her head up out of the mud while she died. I think she waited to see me before she died. Horses are so very special.