Mustang Communication

In Memory of Comanche & Heritage

Born 7/78; Adopted 7/2/79
Officially owned 10/9/80
Died 6/19/2002

Communication on 4/14/2002 from Comanche & Heritage through my friend Colleen,
Animal Wellness Consultants. Visit her at
Read Colleen's book: Crossing the Rainbow Bridge: Animal Journeys to Heaven


"I am very sad about the kind of life I have now -- one where I can't see the hills or close faces of my people. A joy I have always treasured was seeing your faces rise over the horizon (as you come to greet them) after a time away. I remember most when I saw you after our long absence. It was not a time I enjoyed then, but the sadness in your heart resembles the sadness you have in there now. I will tell you that in this time, ours is not the same at all. Although I cannot see your face rise over the horizon, I know it is there, attached to the voice that calls me daily. It's with the hand that gently guides me to my trough. It's with the soft spoken messages of love that you speak to me every day we are together. These are the things I missed most during that time we were apart (long ago), and these are the things about my people that matter most to me now. I do not need eyes to know I am loved, for love is a vision that lights up the dark. Love is the warmth that I feel."

"Where are my children? They need to come say hello." (I see T, who Heritage still sees as a teenager with long blond hair, wearing shorts with slim legs sticking out of them. She has on ankle socks and sneakers which look very clean. She smells nice.)

"I know that soon I will be leaving this life for the next. I want to tell you that I am not afraid; I will not cry. I will not ask you to ache for me. This can be a time of celebration, if you see it as such. I do. I hope that you will too.">


"What is it about life that makes you weak in the knees and empty in your heart? It should not be a belief that this is the only life for me. Life to this horse is merely a way of looking at things -- and when it's time to leave, moving on to the next, it's only a matter of changing your sights." (He is talking about how sad you've been over this whole idea of having to make a choice for them because of their health. He wants you to know that he doesn't look at life that way.)

"I do not want you to mistake your grief and sadness at the thought of a choice when in fact it is truly grief and sadness at your perceived loss of us from our pasture. It's true, we will not be here in the field to greet you every morning, nor will we be out here looking for you every night when it's time for our evening meal. Instead we will be running with the wild -- the herd we once knew, the mustangs of forever -- in the fields called 'Forever Green.' This is the joy we are anticipating, the exalted rush of freedom unlike anything we have ever known here. You see these bodies are very heavy. Our true bodies move like the wind."

"Do not be sad for our departure although our method of departure may be difficult for you to bear. Please rejoice for us in our release back into the worlds we first came from. THANK YOU for allowing us to go together."


"It does not matter when you decide the time has come to ask for help (calling the vet). If you prefer, we will tell you when we are ready to go instead. Would you like that? I can try.....When Comanche's lump breaks wide open or he cannot open his mouth to eat his food, this is a time we agree upon. Or when I fall down in the pasture because my legs ache beyond reason, my thrashing to get up is another opportunity for you to help us go. Like the wild herds who push the body of a weakling into death, you can know that you are doing it in a gentler way than with pounding wild hooves. You offer us a quiet retreat, first into sleep before blasting out into the new worlds, the place we truly call home."

(Heritage is eluding here to what seems like a weak Mustang will often be pounded or run to death by the stallion of the herd and the others. It goes back to that old adage, "A weak animal means danger to the herd." It's very gruesome, but very natural and instinctual in the wild, I guess. I didn't know they did this.)

"We would like to ask that whichever one of us is the decider, that one gets to move out first. And please know that I do not want to stay in a field with the birds. I do not like them much and do not want to be pecked."


"Please consider our truth as that of your own. Know in your sad heart that we are not yet ready to go. Please do not come to us with sadness in your heart, rather embellish us with your joy at seeing our faces again each morning on the horizon, then again as dinnertime nears. Greeting each day with hopefulness for the future and ending it with joy at its success is the only way this horse wants to live. It is the promise of the day that each morning brings, like a christening by sunlight as it dances on each blade of dewy grass our mouths can find. Each day is a gift, we the grateful recipients. But the greatest gift is the day we decide to go home."

"Thank you for asking us to speak. Thank you for every time you try to listen."

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