SAM raised 647.00 and I can not thank you enough. Nor can I explain the heart felt gasp - SAM took me by whirl back into time as I laid in my private room at the U of A , holding my empty left breast staring at the ceiling, the dots I wanted to be by his side again and loose myself into his sweaty manure smell of his tangled weather beaten mane, the sun sparkled through his transparent mane and his eyes would soften in my arms and against my chest. I am a toughy but my eyes filled with silent tears. I wanted myself back again vainly.
I had no use of my left side after a mass of infection with surgery gone sour with staff infection - I wanted to be home with the horses. When I finally drove everyone nuts enough to agree to release me, my husband drove me directly to see the horses. I flopped out of the truck, and hobbled with delight towards a fence I could not even think of opening, cut off by Ray's help. Digger was neighing deeply with joy, as I enter he stopped - I know he could smell the sickness, I got choked and said Oh Digs, his eyes said it all- concern, his so slowly approached and rested his head with no pain or pressure against me and did this groan that was between me and him. It is a funny noise he had mimicked from me - a light clearing the throat sound. He stayed there known I could not barely hug him, it burnt so bad. I just had to cry out loud. I placed my nose into his forelock and sucked up the aromas of his sweaty swell. I embraced him with my face and we stood there for a hour and more.
The February cold I never felt -27 wet, damp - my husband then knew that Digger was the son I never had. The loving relationship of a bond - as Digger stayed resting and absorbing my every heart beat. I could feel my band aid flood with puss again and his hot breath bring a smoothing comfort to the open drainage holes. I was a peace - but my husband loves me as well, rested his hands on my shoulders and assisted me to part off. He knew I needed to get cleaned up and needed my rest.
And you! Roxanne had a magical moment and captured that content look in SAM - there was not one person that knows the two of us that seen it come out in that picture - so my husband placed the last bid of 647.00. Everyone agreed that had to remain within our Office.
Everyone took turns driving me out to see Digger and he reacted the same, I got stronger by the visit and soon had full use of my limbs and could start touching him as before, but what I realized is Digger loved me unconditional without words of explanation. He gave me inspiration to heal in my heart, soul and taught me to be just as excepting as he was. It allowed me to be forgiving at the time I searched for blame - now there are scars - scars that matched his when he ripped his forehead on the trailer when I brought him home at 5 months old and tended to his injury in the same he rested lightly and healed mine equally.
SAM - what can I say - I pray pray that you are so blessed with the happiness that you have given me Roxanne - you’re a Sister Pink Angel - I can wait for the day to meet you.
I want to say more, but I fear you think I am nutty! I am - but ... I am even tearing up now! You have done so much here!
God Bless you!
Sincerely,
Lynn E. Danyluk
P.O. Box 382 Main Station
5052 - 50 Street (Office)
Waskatenau, Alberta T0A 3P0
Canada
Toll Free 1 888 999 8685 (message centre only)
Phone: 780 358 2839 Fax: 780 358 2847
e mail digbits@msn.com
www.albertaequestrianawarenesssociety.org
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