I saw today that someone I know lost their pony and this made me think back on all the horses I’ve lost. The ones that died very old seemed to have gone peacefully, but the two my family has lost to colic sent me dreams.
Now, I’m not sure if these dreams are things that my subconscious has done to help my through things or whether it’s related to something more spiritual. I’d like to believe it’s the second, but without further ado, here they are:
The first time a horse sent me a dream, I was 12. I woke up in the middle of the night and ran to my parents room. I told my mom that I had a dream where one of the horses was sick – she told me it was just a nightmare and I went back to bed. The next morning I awoke to find that, the horse that was sick in my dream, was in fact sick and that it was too late to save him. By the time the vet showed up, his kidneys had failed and we had no other option but to have him put down. This experience was heartbreaking, but it taught me to trust in dreams.
The second time a horse sent me a dream, it was the night after I had to have her put down. In the dream, I watched everything happen like it had the day before from her perspective. I watched the vet push the plunger in and I closed my eyes, but when I opened them, there was something new. Suddenly, everything was green and warm again, unlike the cold grey of winter that day had been. I (as her) ran around the property with joy. I caught a glimpse of myself (her) in the window and she looked like she did when she was 6, not 20 and struggling with laminitis.
I’d like to believe that she sent me a glimpse of what what the other side of the of the rainbow bridge is like; that she was letting me know she was happy now.
I’m wonder how many other people have had experiences like this. If you have, feel free to share your story with me.