A hot June morning. The sun was already bright and warm just before 10am. The road was a bit dusty, and as I drove up the hill I looked left to see if the herd was gathered around the Big Tree at the top of the hill. No sign of them. As I crested the top, I saw a couple horses in the downtown area and was pleased that the herd was right in front to greet me.
For the last year, I had the honor of knowing a very special being – a horse named Lokin. He was large, white with some small grey speckles, a strong build and yet unassuming. Lokin was part of a herd that I was able to visit a few times a month and get to know. This week, I learned of his passing due to a neurological condition. My heart is heavy and sad with missing him.
Lokin was (and still is in spirit) a being that I considered a friend. He had some very special qualities that touched my heart deeply, and I am grieving his loss. This post is in memory of Lokin.
Lokin, from the day I met you, you taught me generosity.
Never was there a day that I came to visit that you did not welcome me in, include me in the herd. You showed me how to love and accept unconditionally.
