MY Lyncho's Last Moments

       soft touch quantum horsemanship -the mind-body connection horse or human MY-BEAU LYNCHO

                     His last moments...

   August of 2000,

(not written until --3 27-2001 not edited!)

My Beau Lyncho's --last photo.

February, 2000. --He waits for me!

My BIG horse. August 20, 2000, I had no other choice, but to have him put down. He was 'mentally' --not ready for it. He did not want to let me be alone, and did not want to disappoint me --in ANY way ---I am sure of that.

I demanded the vet do this gently.

What she did, to my horse I have hated her for, until I could get through all of the emotion of his last moments. I could not --and still have difficulty writing about it.

This vet --almost laughingly put him down HARD, saying --“Now that's HOW a horse should go down. He didn't even know what hit him!”

HE KNEW!!! He had NEVER received 'HARD TREATMENT' of ANY KIND!

He threw himself down against the wall, of the horse trailer. As he was going down --I grabbed his head to keep it from hitting the wall --‘screaming’ his name. He was on the stock trailer, so he could easily be hauled away. She was to give him another syringe full of poison --and I threw up my hands --saying “NO MORE! He doesn't need it” Then I just grabbed him, and I could not take my arms from him. I clung to his head, and neck --and lay there with him for over two hours weeping, and weep still 8 months later. I dearly loved that Big horse, as I loved his father --Lynch.

I can still ‘FEEL’ that horse, --in the spirit, after he has crossed over. I feel, and I KNOW what he felt, and he was horrified by that last moment he had to go through. It was NOT necessary that he was put down so hard. I have seen this done with kindness! They are given a tranquilizer, until they just take their last breath, --peacefully! That veterinarian was the BITCH of the moment! She was common, even AFTER I ASKED HER to PLEASE put him down gently! I'm getting better, but my faith in people is again stuck, with another PIN! It is like a knife in my side --one more wound, that I must carry for the rest of my life. What she did was very un-necessary! Callous! Cruel --to not only my Big horse, but to me! For more than --TWO hours I lay there --pressing my head against his neck, until he started to cool, and the flies started to come in. I was afraid to take my head away from him --knowing, that I would not feel his warmth again.

The trailer door was opened slightly, and my kitty, -'Yummy' came and peeked in. She saw me laying there with Lyncho. She meowed softly, and came in and patted her paws on Lyncho's cheek --so softly, as to say --'I'll see you in Heaven'. Then she slowly walked over to me, , my head pressed on his neck, behind Lynchos ear --my arms curled around his head, just holding him. Yummy touched my nose, with hers, then patted my cheek, then curling herself between Lyncho's head, and my legs, that were also wrapped around him. She just lay there with me for about an hour.

I felt so alone with no people there, to share my grief, but there was NO ONE that would qualify to share these sacred moments.

During that quiet reality, the sun came out, and only shown through the rails of the trailer side. One strong beam of sunlight, that shown ONLY, on Lyncho's face and mine. I felt this, and then looked to see this beautiful kiss from the heavens, and knew that I was NOT alone. When I there was no one there, I heard, "only me". It was Tim's voice, and I knew that HE was not alone. This was an especially 'sacred' moment when we all were -quietly -there with Jesus.

No one could ever understand what happened there.

LYNCHO carried me through the very difficult task of pulling the Horse Holiday 501-C3 org. together, and the reason behind, --our program

Soft Touch QUANTUM Horsemanship

-The Mind-Body Connection, Horse or Human

I needed to take almost a full YEAR for ‘Personal Healing’, before continuing.
I ALSO KNEW, LYNCHO WAS RUNNING, --LONG STRIDE,

SEARCHING, AND SEARCHING. HE WAS SHOCKED OUT OF HIS LIFE.

About 11 months later, in the summer of 2001 --I HEARD HIM!

I ACTUALLY 'HEARD' HIS CALL TO ME.

After this by a week or so, I could feel 'his breath against the back of my neck, as if to greet me.

HE FOUND ME, --FINALLY. ---AND NOW HE RESTS, AND WAITS FOR ME.

"No heaven can heaven be, if my horse isn't there to welcome me."
Author Unknown

The hour has come for the Son of man to be glorified. Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.
John 12:23-24

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