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Red Bud's Angel, aka, Miss Pris with my niece, Kris, on board
Miss Pris passed away the morning of April 1, 2006 at age 15. Pris was one of those rare horses that doesn't seem to realize they are a horse.
She was almost human at times and she seemed to understand what people were telling her. She kept law and order in my pasture, didn't
tolerate a lot of nonsense from the foals, but she did it in a nice way. Actually, she was too lazy to really chase anyone and make her point
so she'd put on the ugliest face she could make, pin her ears back and the herd would steer clear. She had them all fooled. She was always
a good mother and raised some nice babies for me over the years I was privileged to have her.
Pris never quite understood that she was a horse. She made no bones about demanding attention from visitors, even if that meant shoving
her nose up in the air and having her face in their face as she begged for the visitor to scratch the spot between her jaw bones. We could
always tell when she was enjoying her scratches, she would start drooling all over the person who was giving her the scratches.
Pris will be missed by her humans in Wisconsin and Tennessee. She was an original and you just don't come across horses like her
every day.
The Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of Heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies who has been especially close to someone here, the pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill or old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: They each miss someone very special to them who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling to each other in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress that beloved head and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.
(Author Unknown) | 