Those words were written by R. B. Cunningham-Graham in a 1917 letter to Theodore Roosevelt.
Several years ago, in the course of blog surfing, I happened upon From Hell To Heaven: Saving Argus, which has been previously mentioned in this post. It chronicles the story of a rescued Thoroughbred named Argus, who had spent ten of his first sixteen years confined to a 12 x 16 pen with little human contact or proper care. This existence had taken a toll on Argus, both physically and mentally.
He was rescued on Dec. 6, 2007. In the beginning he was frightened, terrified of the new world in which he found himself. But, in his new home he found the care and understanding needed to adapt to a life he could never have imagined. Over time, he become a happy, well adjusted horse.
As time passed, posts became few and far between. After all, there was little to report, as Argus, with his best friend Ridge, was living a life not unlike my own horses. At times the silence would leave the reader wondering if all was well.
A new post appeared on my Google Reader today. I clicked on the link, and found myself confronted with the post that I always dreaded, yet knew was inevitable. Argus died on Nov. 22nd. And, a mere seven hours later, his best friend, the horse named Ridge, joined him.
I take solace in the fact that both horses are now free of the pain which was their daily companion. Should you choose to read the blog, I've been told to warn readers to keep a box of tissue handy.
Saving Argus is, above all else, a story of hope.