For Sean

For Sean

A Story by C. Harter Amos
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for the love of my 1st horse.

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  My grandfather was a planter during the last days when cotton was king in the lower South.  He owned a mercantile store filled with things you see in museums and antique stores, but he also took trips by train to Texas to buy horses he then shipped back to South Carolina to train and sell. My Mom always laughed that she’d named me right to name me after him since I seem to have his “natural way” with animals.  I really consider my first baby to be my first horse, Sean.  He was a black quarter-horse with one white stocking and a white blaze; a gift from an aunt three days before he was born. We were more than “owner and horse”.  I don’t know how to describe the connection. I have Indian blood, though you can’t tell it to look at me and maybe it’s that part of me that “communes” with Nature so well.  Sean trusted me enough to do whatever I asked of him, and sometimes it seemed he had radar where my wants were concerned.  Then again, I trusted this huge animal not to hurt me and he obviously went out of his way to try not to. 

     I trained him myself the way I was told to: very easily and slowly, one non-traumatic step at a time over months. Then I sent him to Blanchard Poole, one of the finest “cowboys” you could ever meet.  Blanchard & his wife Debbie became good friends during those two months.  They said Sean was a blast to work with because the work was essentially done and Sean had such an easy way of wanting to learn whatever you asked of him.  He came home knowing tricks that I’d only seen Alsatians do. 

     When I went off to college, I began to look for places to board him. Partying was priority and what was the hurry? I never expected the call that told me Sean was dead.  He was diagnosed with Brucellosis.  His death was harsh and brutal, he grew weaker & weaker until he simply couldn’t get up.  They didn’t tell me he was sick until he was already gone, and I never forgave myself for leaving him behind.  After spending every day with me for hours morning and night, he must have thought I’d abandoned him forever.  It’s the one fault I find with animals; you can’t explain things to them like a sudden absence.  You’re simply gone and they can’t fathom why.  They can only “know” in feelings.  Sean must have waited for me to appear each morning, to return each evening, like I always had, until he gave up.

     Sometimes I “visit” Sean in my sleep.  Mainly it’s when life is stressful for some reason and my spirit needs a rest.  Last night I spent my dreamtime with Sean, going into the cold of an early morning in winter to break the ice on his water, to feed him the sweet smelling oats and to pull off clean smelling, green hay from a new bale. The simple pleasure of cleaning his stall while he ate. The steady rhythmic crunching of his contented chewing. It’s almost comical.  Then to ride.  To feel the cold north wind in my hair and the power of this beautiful, sweet baby gathering his muscles and moving beneath me in a oneness of body and spirit you might feel with a lover on the rarest occasions.  To cool him down, to curry him out, brush him, clean his hooves and share his breath.  To watch him running in the pasture with the pure delight of being alive, to put him in his stall at night knowing he’s safe.  To pat him a loving goodbye and hear the soft whinny as you walk away. 

     They say you have only one “special” horse in your lifetime.  It’s like saying you only have one true love in your life.  I don’t believe it’s true.  I’ve fallen in love twice.  But then again it is true, though I’ve owned and cared about other horses, I’ve never had that special relationship with another horse since my first one. Here’s to Sean who died in October 1971.

© 2008 C. Harter Amos


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A wonderful but sad story, I am a great animal lover and spent so many wonderful summers as a kid, on my grandfathers farm, riding horses, one of my favorite things to do, although I haven't been as of late. You express so much love for your Sean in this story, it is so sad when we lose an animal. I love stories like this, just not the endings. Sorry about Sean.
Tony

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I am an animal lover as well and have trained horse when I was younger. I know the bond that you felt with Sean. I had that same bond with a dog (Baby Dawg). She was my best friend and had been with me through some pretty rough times. When I first found her she had been shot and need a lot of medical attention. I nursed her back to health and she never left my side after that. She was the best friend I had and never pasted judgment against me over anything I did wrong in my life just stayed by my side faithfully and whole heartedly. So I understand the bond you felt and I can respect and appreciate this story more. I am thankful that you shared this with us.


Well Done!!!!!

Posted 17 Years Ago


I simply adore animals Mimi and loved this for the emotion behind the words. You tell it so well and the love you shared with this beautiful animal is evident. I'm like that with my dog, I don't like leaving him alone. He's 14 and sick, I worry about him when I'm out and find it difficult to think that he could die alone...
Thanks for a wonderful tribute to a big hearted friend...
Helen

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh, my goodness! What an amazing story! When I saw it in my read requests, I thought for some reason it would be all about your grandfather, which would have been quite alright. But to be about you and your relationship with your first 'love'. This was a happy surprise.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was so sad but beautiful... who is to say that we can't love an animal the same we love a person.. I think we can and sometimes they are better to love than people... great write.


Brette

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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"It's like saying you only have one true love in your life. I don't believe it's true. I've fallen in love twice."

wonderful. a great statement there you u express a fine human sentiment. pal

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The next to last paragraph was just transcendent. You soar in your descriptions. There is no searching for words, nothing but the emotion of a beautiful relationship. Very moving.

Posted 17 Years Ago


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Oh this made me bawl like a baby - lets just drop the pithy review and get to the reality of it. First - I have always had a love from afar for horses. They were the first things I learned to sketch...hiding their hooves in grass until I could shade correctly - favorite author Margeurite Henry...Childhood dream - to see the Lippizans and the Budweiser Clydesdales (still haven't seen the latter) There's a horse in my first novel....but I've never learned to ride.
Second. You brought back a favorite dog to me. A pup in 88 when I first lived on my own, she passed away and broke my heart in 99 - being edged out slowly by marriage, children, a career and a return to college....relegated to the backyard from her former place beside me....she slipped away - and still I grieve.
It is your simple, honest yet eloquent writing that seeped into my soul this morning. Incredibly done.

Posted 17 Years Ago


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Im not too terribly fond of animals...but that's only cause Im deathly allergic to them...but I do like horses....I used to ride when I was younger. There is such a feeling when running through a broad meadow at sunrise...(True tale...)

It is amazing how much animals mean to people, and I am sure that Sean did indeed miss you. I do believe you were right on about describing his feelings of lonliness...and the fact that you miss him still is laced throughout the write...and even more so at the end...when you dated his death.

Here's to all the horses out there that have been loved like Sean...

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful (in spite of the sadness); I use to ride horses when I was little; I remember I once had fallen and a horse came right after me … it stretched its legs and ran over me without hitting me, always as if it suddenly had wings … they are marvelous really, full of wisdom … no wonder the Greeks came up with Pegasus. I just hope that one day man may come to appreciate non-human-animals again, not just as pets but as living beings.

Posted 17 Years Ago


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Born in the swamps of the South Carolina Low Country. Brought up on the Classics with a great deal of emphasis on music. I spent about six years at the University of South Carolina in Columbia soakin.. more..

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