Chingaz, are you talking about MY Major?!?!?
SWEET? HAHAHAAHA He got you fooled! No, Major was special. Deep, deep down, I really truly believe that he wanted to love and show affection, he just didn't know how.
Sometimes when I cleaned his corral, he would rest his muzzle on my hip and doze off. I think that was his way of saying "I feel comfortable with you, but this is as far as I get. Take it or leave it, girl..."
And I'm just fine with that. I'm glad I could be there for him while he was being put down.
However, one thing that I can't seem to get over are the dreams I have of him. I keep having dream after dream about him, almost every night. But they're weird dreams. Like he's in his corral and I know he's there but I just can't see him. Or I'm walking him down the street and I turn around and he just wont be there...
Saturday night I had the weirdest dream. I was swimming in this really deep lake, and the water was really clear and I could see all the way to the bottom. I could breath under the water, which was weird. But I was swimming and Cricket was under the water swimming and playing with me and she could breath under the water too. I was panicking because I couldn't find Major. I swam deeper and there was this cave, and he was standing in it. And I could see that he was holding his breath. I was trying to pull him out, but the current was really strong and every time I moved I kept getting swept out of the cave. I was grabbing his legs and trying to move him, but HE was what was keeping me from falling out into the current because he was stronger than it. And I knew he was struggling to keep his breath. And I was saying, "Swim! Major, SWIM!!!" but he wouldn't move. And he just sort of looked at me, shook his head and took a deep breath of water. His entire body went limp and I remember him being swept out by the current.
Then I woke up. I haven't had a dream about him since. Thats the last dream I remember having the last few nights.
It was really weird...
Just thought I'd add that.
Has anyone else had dreams about their horses who have passed?
"I was eight years old, and I've never forgotten her face when she told me about watching you ride. She told me she saw you, and your horse was dancing in the moonlight."
-- A.C. Crispin's "Sylvester"