Squall was my “watch-horse.” She’d let me know if anything was out of place and once had an absolute conniption over a kestrel that was in the pine trees. That little hawk was NOT supposed to be there! She kept an eye over the skies of Leaky Creek as well as the grounds.
Although, I didn’t have a dog for many years, I felt comfort knowing that Ms. Squall would let me know if anything was out of place.
After she passed, I thought to myself, no more watch-horse. Two days later, Levi, our watch-dog entered our lives. Levi had been in the works for about a month, so trust me we didn’t rush out and get a dog to replace our beloved Squall. Who knows, I’m sure Ms. Squall knew we were getting a dog (Levi visited several times). Maybe she knew it would be okay to go.
A few days ago, the corn was being harvested in the field next door… and there was her son… my big chestnut, Remington, standing alert and at attention. Looking nervously towards the cornfield. Occasionally he trotted in circles and stopped to snort and alert myself and his pasturemates. Already a big, tall horse, he looked as if he was about 18 hands standing puffed and commanding attention!
The reins had been passed on. Remi who reminds me so much of Squall has now become my watch-horse.
I smiled, told him it was okay, and remembered my ‘ol gal with fondness.
Much in the sense that I now have to be both mommy and daddy to kiddo and in the ways that I see so much of John in Nathaniel.
Squall lives on in Remington… John lives on in Nathaniel…