I was walking by the picture of my husband and his Clyde mare and this thought just kind of hit me.

Maggie (Clyde) passed away four years ago.  Before she died (of cancer) Bobby got on her one last time while she was in remission.  He had no business being on a horse.  At that time he had an aneurism that was in need of surgery and a back that was falling apart, but he wanted to ride her one last time.  They were both happy as clams, I was holding my breath.  Maggie had never hurt him in all the years they were hunting.  There was a true bond between them.

Toy, his Appendix Quarter Horse, died years before that.  They both loved to gallop wide open every chance they got.  He put Bobby in the hospital a couple of time, but it was rider error most of the time.  He truly loved both those horses.

Upon looking at that picture I thought – when Bobby gets to heaven and sees those two horses, which one will he want to ride most.  He had the surgery and his aneurism is fine now, and his back will be fine in heaven.  I’ll have to ask him.  I’m not sure that we will ride our horses again up there, but I think some of them will invite us to hop on.

So then I started thinking of all my horses that I have had over the years, and which one I would like to ride one more time.  My first response was my first mare.  I loved that horse so much.  I would like to ride her once more, as she would be sound again.  Then I thought about my first Quarter Horse that I enjoyed hunting so much, but then I thought about my soul mate Desert, whom I loved with all my heart.  I long to see them all again, but if I only got to choose one which one would it be?  I really believe that Desert would side pass up next to me and look over his shoulder and say hop on, lets “Fly” one more time.  He would always do that for me while he was with us. He’d side pass to me so I would get on bareback, no halter, just the two of us, just for the fun.  Quality time.  He was such a clown.

It’s a whimsical thought, but it causes me to smile.  I long to see them all again. To touch them once more.  Young, healthy, sound, flying around with tails flagging.

If you’re going to dream, dream big. Who would you choose, and who do you think would invite you?

Dreams are free, and smiles are a bonus.

(By the way, Bobby chose Maggie and I know Nancy will choose Honnee)