Today, I thought I’d share the story of my last Cariboo horse. Being an Irish girl from a family of Irish names, it’s fitting his name was Paddy. Bruce Kiskaddon would have liked him. In his words he was the “old breed with a mustache on the lip.”
This is where it get’s a little complicated
How I Met Paddy
I met Paddy when the Swiss owners of our ranch asked me to help find a horse for Albert. A friend told me her neighbour didn’t want his horse and it had befriended her horse on the other side of the fence. Maybe Albert would want to take a look at him.
Albert liked him and asked what I thought. I was concerned about the enlarged “capped” knees he had on his front legs.
“Oh, yeah,” said Paddy’s owner, “he had the flue and he can’t bend his front legs now.”
I cautioned Albert but he thought everything would be okay.
When Albert returned he told me he was going to ship Paddy for meat so I bought him. One day I had the “brother-in-law” vet come and inspect Paddy. I wanted to know the real story.
He said, “I’ve never seen the flue do that to a horse’s knees. That horse was put on the rocks. It’s the way he trains them.”
Paddy lived out his life with me.
He laid down by putting his front legs out straight in front of him. He got up this way too. I rode him mostly at a walk and then later I and Paddy escorted my elderly (80 plus) neighbour “Jud” and his (30 plus) horse “Bud”. I took coffee in a thermos and we’d ride up the hill to some tree and get off to drink and eat cookies and tell stories. Carrots for the horses.
It wasn’t a good feeling the few times Paddy tripped on the trail, so I rode him less and less and he got fat. This made it harder for him to get up and down. He never had a chance to grow old. But he played with my husky/wolf cross, who liked to lead him, with the rope in her mouth, around the yard. AND he was loved by my orange cat Teddy.
Paddy got his feelings up a few times at Jud’s horses and one year reared up and got his front hoof caught on the top wire. I counted 26 barbs with blood and hair. Jud gave Paddy a stall in his barn and I doctored him there. During this time Jud’s goat fell in love with him.
The night Paddy left the stars were around the moon in a special way.
It made me think he wasn’t wasting any time on getting over to the other side. I told my friend Wendy about Paddy and a poem I wrote for his earlier, barbwire backup, at the ranch with Albert. Her illustration of Paddy is here along with my poem.
I wrote Paddy’s story here so you could know the more of it…
© Katie Kidwell, 2015 True to You (no longer on-line)
© Katie Kidwell, 2019 The Living Of Loving
THE CHRISTMAS LOON
On the last Christmas my brother Terry was alive, I heard a loon. From the top balcony, outside his house it came, drifting down Sheridan lake.
I had stepped out to be by myself. Admiring the stars and the way the snow wrapped itself on the tree’s. Here and there a Christmas light poked through on the tree closest to the balcony. Having enjoyed a beautiful Christmas dinner with my family I pondered there. The haunting sound of a loon answered. I looked down the lake thru moon light and shadow only to hear it again.
“Loons in the winter,” I thought. “Was it possible?” So I went downstairs where the men hang out.
“You’ll never guess what I heard…a loon on the lake!”
I had to speak a couple of times. They seemed to be unaware of what I was saying. Then it came:
“Oh no! That couldn’t be…,” they chorused.
Perplexed, I went back up the stairs and stood by the large glass patio windows. The night was bright and the stars were dazzling. Turning to face my sister-in-law Roberta’s shelves, I was deep in thought. I know what I heard.
Faintly, like whispered murmurings, the sounds of a nature tape. “Oh,” I thought, Roberta had this on so low she must have thought she had turned it off! Would this tape have the sound of a loon on it? And if so, how did it get outside, increase in volume and come down the lake?
Today, I remember my brother Terry with the only craft he ever made. Dad had shown him how to make a loon box out of wood. He only made a few so I bought one before the other’s went into Roberta’s store. This was the summer before anyone knew… Now I have his loon box and the mystery of the loon I heard after our last Christmas Dinner with him.
Did the loon call come from the tape? How did it find its way into a beautiful night and setting? I often think of it as the Christmas Loon and it makes me think of my big brother.
“Shake a paw for a treat!” Sam and Boots with Terry 10 years earlier @ Christmas 1988.
©Katie Kidwell, 2018
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One morning, while I was laying in bed, half awake and half asleep; I heard the voice of an expert.
“Her work will never sell.”
“Yes,” I thought dreamily as I stretched. “I know this one…it isn’t seen as commercial.”
Half awake, I understood what was being said. It was as if I was there, looking over the shoulders of the “expert” who was looking at my work.
But this is when I really woke up. The booming voice over it all…
“It’s the currency of Love!”
Two voices waking me up with two different messages!
So I laid in bed for awhile mulling it over.
It was such an intriguing line… “It’s the currency of Love.”
The fact is, one voice wanted me to know I would never make money from my work. The other voice wanted me to know I had already received!
Currency is another word for money. The largest part of the word is current suggesting flow, energy, power.
Yes, Love is a powerhouse – it runs the Universe.
The bible says: “God is Love”.
If you asked me I would tell you this. I find agreement with the work that comes to me. I believe God created me to create. Creating Love is what God spends on me and expects from me in return; The currency of Love.
This is the story of my Life!
This blog “The Living Of Loving” is what I spend on you the reader. If you leave “inspired” it’s been a good exchange.
A near stranger said to me once:
“You have different creative expressions because you are still exploring who you are!”
This is the ultimate pay off. “The currency of Love”
P.S. I will be mulling this experience over for awhile as I’m sure there is more to discover…on my own or in listening.
©Katie Kidwell, 2018, The Living of Loving
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While I am creating my blog…here are some links to my work online. Have fun!
Tribute to Australian cricket player Phillip Hughes:
Children Want Peace On Earth (a song)
June (a song to inspire you)