I don't mean our barn in the Texas Hill Country, I mean the barn here. In the blogland community.
The loss of Lyle and the terrible diagnosis of Laz, along with the sad unfolding of Miranda has made tears flow and a wish that the "enter" key really worked on our computers and we could do more than leave pixels, but could deliver what is beyond words.
Hugs. Laughs at shared memories of these horses. Shoulders to lean on.
I realized yesterday that these horses, are so different. For me they've moved beyond the places I thought they'd be - like where the Black lives in my mind, or Black Beauty. That's a place of dreams, wishes, and ideals.
Instead these horses, along with their owners/rider/minions have entered a barn of the heart. And when they pass, or struggle, we all grieve...