We have long got over the rawness of this loss, but still as anyone who has had lost a friend knows, there are days when you feel that loss more than others.
This is about the colt I never wanted, in 2008 I was looking for a Haflinger, and eventually found one I liked all the way down in Ohio, I started talking to the owner and was just about sold on her when they dropped the bombshell that she was in foal. I nearly cancelled the sale, I really wanted a riding horse, I wasn't interested in a foal. I thought about it for a while, and then life got in the way for a while, and by the time I made up my mind to buy her, it was 2009 and she was to heavy in foal to move, so I had to wait until she foaled out and then get both of them shipped up here to Canada.
When the ramp was dropped on the trailer I got my first real life glimpse of Fancy and little Alsvid and I was hooked. Fancy was all I hoped for, but that little colt was something else, within the week he had made devoted slaves of all of us, even horse averse husband was fond of him.
He as only a few short weeks old when he got a cough, we had the vet out on the Wednesday who prescribed some medicine for him, Thursday he seemed to be doing well. Friday he looked a little down, and then on the Saturday morning he was obviously really ill, the vet gave a huge shot of antibiotics, and he seemed to be a but better, he walked over to watch my husband fixing the hinges of the gate on his paddock. I went in to make lunch and could just see a pair of little upright golden ears as he supervised the work.
When we went out he had gone, he had just lay down and died right there, peacefully in the grass in the sunlight, and it darn near broke my heart.
Sometimes little ones are just to good for this world.
Here is a memorial I put together for him one year after he went, crank up the volume and enjoy the few short months of Alsvids life, and smile at the thought of the beauty of Gods special herd.