Trudy Andrew | Canadian Author

Tails From the Farm

We’ve Got This

Owning critters is a responsibility.  We don’t casually dispose of them, if they don’t work out.  We also don’t simply ship or euthanize, when they get old.  Like us, they’re allowed to become a bit rickety, a bit long in the tooth and often, a little more expensive to feed.  Still, just because they have a bit of age on them, doesn’t mean, they don’t have value.  I’m a fan of older horses.  Many of them have been there, done that, several times over.  Sure, some may have a few issues, a few quirks to put up with or work out, but the experience and reliability of many of these horses, is very valuable indeed.

Because of our, don’t put down, just because they’re old policy.  At different times, we’ll have one or more, old horses.  They’ll get old, some will age with them, until we have a few.  Then, nature takes its inevitable course, and they’ll all be gone.  Even this is okay.  Sure, we miss them.  We’ll remember how much fun they were, or amusing things they did.  Of course, so many were characters, which made having them, extra great.

So many, run into the problem, of what to do with them, if they were to outlive us.  In that way, I’m very lucky.  Sweetpea loves them as much as I do.  Between her, the boychild and my future daughter, they wouldn’t allow anything bad to happen to the horses.  They all have kind hearts, so I don’t have to worry.  When I go, all the animals will be well cared for.

Reflecting on the future of the animals, had me thinking about myself.  After all, I had my near-death experience.  We all walk a tenuous line.  There are no guarantees in life, except taxes and death.  As one goes about their life and the years go by, it’s easy to become complacent.  Feeling all kinds of aches and pains, is a rude reminder that youth is far in the past.  You know what else makes one think of what’s in the future, seeing old people, do crazy things.  I mean, I’ve always done some crazy things, so I don’t know how my family will be able to figure out, if I’ve gone off my rocker.  How will they know what’s normal, and what’s not?  Anyway, we were watching a show about nursing home, dementia of all kinds, as well as all the rest of loss of function that seems to come along over time.  I’ve decided, I don’t want to live like that.

“When I get like that,” I said to the family, “just put me out my misery, and bury me in the back.  I like blue spruce trees.  Crabapples are also nice, nice and tart,” I smiled.  “I just know, I don’t want to end up in a home, with someone wiping my butt while I’m drooling on myself.”

“Oh, okay,” sweetpea brightly answered, “so, where’s the key to the gun lock, and where do we keep the bullets?”

“Um,” raising my brows, I laugh, “not yet.  I’m not there yet.”

“But,” she sasses right back, “how will we tell?  It’s not easy, mom.”

“I’ll let you know,” I wryly laughed, “brat.”

Yup, there’s the Andrew family humour at work.  Oh well, at least I know, they’ve got it covered.  Animals or people, we’ve got this.

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About Trudy Andrew

Trudy Andrew lives on a small farm just east of Winnipeg, Manitoba, where she enjoys her Morgan horses. A dreamer since she was a child, its no surprise to those who know her well that her imagination would find an outlet in writing, as it has in the past through artwork.
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