My friend, Crystal Church, and her family in Hermleigh, Texas, have had to put down (tainted words, a flight away from what happens) their Australian Shepherd, Boo, and their thirty-year-old horse, Belle. They will be buried together since the two of them hung out together, conversing through the fence for years. Boo has had mini-strokes over the last few days and Belle cannot make it through the winter on the Rolling Plains, northwest of Sweetwater, Texas, with sharp wind and ice. The veterinary has probably come out to their ranch already by the time I write this post and brought an end to the pain these two beautiful creatures have endured of late.
When I read my e-mail this morning, Crystal wrote me about this bad day and was there anything I could write or say to help? There was nothing I could say or write, but I tried. My friend, Caralee Woods of Kanab, Utah, once told me upon the death of her adopted dog-companion, Bruno: He went away so as to make room for others. That’s about the best that can be said of this bad day for Crystal and it does not ease the heart like seeing Boo and Belle, conversing through a west Texas fence, spirits smiling.
I’m not so sure that we are stronger in our broken places.
Crystal’s e-mail at Cisco College where she teaches speech is firstname.lastname@example.org.
3:30 p.m. I just talked to Crystal and Boo and Belle are gone. The vet came out at 2:00 p.m.