Fate dealt me a hand in May of 2009 that still to this day leaves me sadden and angry. It was unfair, after all that we did and to be taken from my loving arms. It been almost 3 months and the passing of Sissy hasn’t been any easier nor do I believe will it ever fade or her plight ever forgotten. Sissy passed away so suddenly I never got to truly say good bye or let her know that I will find her when it is time for my passing. She has left me a wreck and not a day goes by that I don’t think of her or hear her brays in my dream.
13 months is along time to be with a animal who at first you held no hope for, a utter mess beyond any words could ever explain. The anger of the past people who allow her to get worse with out ever lifting a finger to help her get better, I truly hate them. She was to young to be taken from us, after finally reaching a victory that sent me screaming at the gods telling them that I had won. 2 months before her passing Sissy cantered through our pastures! She was running like a fat little piggie around and was finally on the physical/emotional road to recovery.
Big Momma as she was called by me, soon became the joy in my life. I felt her pain, her joy and her laughter and she became my closest friend. Daily I would go out and sit with her in the pastures and she seek me out. placing her brown head against my chest and sighing, her way of giving a hug. I would sit that way forever, hugging her head and watching the world go by. Nothing in the world could make me break those moments and I am glad I have those time to think of. We had our downfall at times when she become a tank and drag me along, or when she made up her mind that she wasn’t going to be tied and damaged my shoulder by yanking back really hard. There were the times in the start she had me pinned against the fence and I could imagine the headlines in my local newspaper “Mom dies of being smashed by big brown ass” There were days I thought, this is it she has to leave!
When she broke out and took every one on a merry walk around our neighborhood in the middle of the night, leaving gifts on many neighbors roads or lawns! Or the few times she made the choice to take the hot fencing with her when I wouldn’t allow her to be out with the rest of the herd. There were days I was spiting mad at her but at the end of those days I could laugh at what had happen, still loving her dearly.
Who couldn’t love this animal? who couldn’t help but wanting to see her recover? who wondered why people neglected this beautiful creature? She was a angel of compassion and an angel of hope. Her story should be told and should be retold to many and her death, be something of importance and education!
Her passing should make people weep and start breaking the circle of neglect and cruelty that many animals suffer each day of their lives. Her death should have a meaning and it will because I will never let her or her story ever be forgotten.
WE are often bless with those creatures that come into our lives, that make us better people and owners. Sissy came into our lives to teach, help and show us where we truly needed to be. The plight of the donkey is our fate. To help those that need a loving home for rehabbing or a peaceful place to pass. A home where they can find love, laughter and a sense of being.
To my Big Momma, I shall see you again in time. When we meet again we shall walk through the meadows and explore the mountains together like we always did.