My second family's house, where time stands still. Where nothing is fast paced, except for the horse you are riding. Where if time seems to go again, something terrible has happened. Its my second day here, and already I've had both happen.
Me and Jewel rode into the preserve today. It was so quiet and peaceful. The trees are all green, the sun reflecting the light very brightly. The tall weeds were blowing in the breeze, and the only sounds to be heard are the Kuh-thump kuh-thump of the horse's hooves, the sound of cruching leaves, and the whuffling breath from the horses. The sun is shining warmly on my arms, making me feel free to take off my jacket.
Blaze takes off and I catch the rhythm of his gallop. He's not supposed to be galloping home, but I let him go for a little while. Just before he decides to run away with me, I catch his rein and haul him around so that I don't loose control of him. We slowly walk home. I'm trying to teach him that he can't run home with anyone. At this point, Copper is more safe than Blaze.
But last night, time stood still. I guess this part will be a memorial to a very sweet dog.
Rosko was a very lovable dog.
He died yesterday. He was hit by a car and didn't come home. Me and Jewel were on the way home from church when I thought I saw him on the side of the road. We turned around, and it was him. I have never heard anyone cry "No!" like Jewel did. Desperate, heart-wrenching. I stood there for a few minutes, and then she asked me to pull him off the road. She couldn't touch him, and I couldn't lift him onto the truck by myself we decided to go home and have Ron and Nicole pick him up.
So I walked over to Rosko, took a deep breath, and grabbed his legs. I slowly, and as gently as I could, pulled him to the side of the road.
The thing was...he had been dead for awhile. As I pulled him, his legs popped out of joint. Something hit me then, and I was thinking clearer than I had been before. I knew what to do and how to do it. Jewel drove home and I tried calling Ron. Once we got home and everything was over, I totally fell apart. My boyfriend says it was shock.
I called him, shaking uncontrollably and sobbing hysterically, not making sense. He told me kindly but firmly to go sit and put my feet up and wrap something around me. Finally after a few minutes, I was able to make sense and we talked about it for awhile.

Rosko, we miss you. You were so sweet and such fun to have around. You were always ready to play, but always ready to cuddle. We miss you. RIP