This morning we are going to say goodbye to Misty, the therapy horse Violet has been riding for the past year. Misty contracted Lyme disease, and none of the treatments are helping her. She is in a great deal of pain, and we were told yesterday that she needs to be put down. I don't know if it is a good thing or bad thing that we get a last chance to see her. Mostly, I am worried about my reaction. We have been trying to teach Violet that life and death are intertwined and that death isn't a bad or scary thing. My sobbing might just speak louder than any of that carefully thought out discussion.
We are bringing gingersnaps because Misty loves gingersnaps, and we are bringing her pretzels, because Violet is sure she loves pretzels. I don't know what kind of private discussions those two have had, so it would be kind of boorish of me to insist otherwise.
Misty has been such an essential part of our last year. I don't know where we would be now without her. Our gratitude is immense, and our sorrow is sincere. Thank you, Misty, for everything you have done for us, for being the silent friend and patient teacher you have been to Violet.
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