Allemande the Arab. Please Read.

I wrote of an old man of a horse a few months ago... We were forced to put him down today. His name is Al or Allemande. If anyone knows of him please contact me at ceastern@fandm.edu. Al was a beloved animal at my barn in NJ. Apparently he was saved from slaughter auction ten years ago. We have been loving him since.

Seriously, Al, was a registered Arab. He was 32 and awesome. He loved humans and everyone loved him. He had a spirit about him that was insane for a 32 year old. He bucked and ran like a five-year-old. If anyone knows about Allemande, please contact me.

Or any advice how I get over a dearly loved horse's death. Al was the best little old man ever. He was sounder than most babies and was in no need of any medicine. He was put down because he wasn't eating, had very little weight on, and the vet knew he wouldn't make it through the harsh New Jersey winter again.

Please. If anyone knows anything about Allemande, please contact me at ceastern@fandm.edu. please please please.

i'm sorry for your loss, I have to renew my data source subscription with AHA, witch im going to do on friday and i'll message you once i do, if any of his past owners had his paper in there name it will come up on there, alough with other things i'll let you know.

I know a few people there, but please help. Everyone who knew Al wishes to see him in his prime. He was the funniest old man ever. he would chase away mean kids. quite literally :)

I didn't know your sweet Allemande, but I do know all about the death of a dearly loved horse.

You'll never truly 'get over' it. The best you'll do is be able to accept it and move on. Time is the only thing that will really help. That, and sharing your memories of Al with other horse owners, especially those who know the pain of losing their best and brightest.

I had to put down my beloved 25 y/o Arabian gelding a little over 2 years ago. Some days it feels like I just lost him, and I grieve just as hard as I did the day I let him go. Other days, I can laugh and talk about him with a smile on my face.

I had my boy for 21 years, but no matter how long they're with us it never seems to be enough time. The only time we have enough of, is the time to mourn them.

You feel lost, overwhelmed, and the world is dark, bleak, and without joy, and you wonder how you'll go on. But you will, because it's expected of you, and the world never stops for grief.

Take as much time as you need to grieve. Trying to put his death behind you doesn't work, because he was an important part of your life and you need to acknowledge that. Grief is not showing weakness; it's showing that you have the capacity and ability to have deeply loved another creature.

There will also be anger, massive amounts of anger. You'll be angry that people are going about their lives as if nothing has happened, because how can they possibly not be devastated when your world has been smashed to bits. That too, is part of the grieving process and will eventually fade away.

I promise that you will find happiness again. It does get better, and you'll eventually enjoy the beauty of a sunset, the feel of the sun on your face, and know the joy of life again.

I have other horses and love them in their own way, but none will ever take the place of my beloved gelding, and I believe that's how it should be.

Godspeed, Al. Say hello to the little bay Arabian gelding at the Bridge. He'll gladly show you around.

I know it sounds pathetic, but he was supposed to live forever. We used to joke about that, me and my friends. He was in good health, sound and a lover all the way. He was put down because all the weight we had put on him over the summer was lost and he had stopped eating. They didn't think he'd make another winter.

Thanks Speed Racer. Thanks a lot

It doesn't sound pathetic at all. In my heart I expected Conny to live forever, too.

When he died is the day I think I truly realized that we're all mortal. Oh, I always knew it intellectually, but my heart didn't.

Once you've been through the death of someone or something you loved more than life itself, you change in fundamental ways. That is part and parcel of loving mortal creatures, and it happens to all of us.

Al was important, because he was important to you. It doesn't matter if he never won a championship, or that he wasn't famous. He was loved, and in the end, that's the greatest thing any of us can hope for.

It is sad to hear about your Allemande. About four years ago I lost one of my bestfriends I was depressed and down in about one year after her death. Its hard to get over a bestfriends dead, but you will come through this, and if you have another horse to be with, it can help.

Allemande lived for 32 years, I dont know how long he was yours? But he was an old horse, and he was loved by you, the time you had him with you, and that is something you can think about when you are depressed.

Hugs!

It does not sound pathetic at all. I think we all want the special ones to live forever. I am constantly telling my dog that she has to live forever.

It sounds like putting him down was the right thing to do though. What a wonderful gift to be able to send him off so he could pass with his dignity.


And SR is right. You never get over it. You just learn to live with it. Some days are easier than others. Do not let anyone tell you that you should not be hurting because it was just a horse. There is no such thing as just. And there is no wrong way to mourn.

So very sorry for your loss. Godspeed Allemande.

Not pathetic. And he will live forever - in your heart.

I truly believe God gives us this amazing creatures for a purpose. Once that purpose is finished, he takes them home.

I'm so very sorry for your loss. I can't begin to imagine. Sending you tonnes of hugs.