We grew up together in a different city, at a different barn. My parents live in the suburbs 140 miles away: we couldn’t bury him the backyard like we did with our cat. So I did the only thing that felt right: I brought Visa home.
Thus began Visa’s Corner. Sam and I have a small apartment, but we do have a second bedroom for his office. We re-arranged a few things, and I got a while corner just for Visa. It took me a really long time to decide exactly what I wanted to do, and honestly, it was a lot more painful to try to fit our whole lives together into a corner than I thought it would be. But now that it’s done, I’m so glad I did it.
It started out with Visa’s box. When I decided to cremate my heart horse, I didn’t really think about the practicalities. The only experience I had previously was with small dogs. Those boxes you can fit onto a shelf or a mantle. Visa’s box is probably 50 lbs and decidedly not going to fit on a small shelf. So I did what any sane horsewoman would do: I bought him an end table. Just for his box.
But the end table looked sparse with just his box on it, so I added a few accessories: his leather nameplate halter, a huge year-end championship ribbon and one of his shoes. The end stable still had a shelf on the bottom, and I didn’t want it to just accumulate junk (because that’s what all available surfaces in my house seem to do). So I made a ribbon box. Which is super awesome because my mom is the craftiest person on the planet and helped me make it. It’s the perfect size for the end table shelf and fits all of the most important ribbons in it, plus a bunch of extras to hold them in place.
So I made my project bigger and decided to add photos and do a registration paper/photo collage. Except the photos I wanted to use were professionals… from horse shows in 2007. But with some help from friends I tracked down the photographer who dug up his CD archive and re-printed a few copies and shipped them to me. Ron Schwane, you are a god.Finally, I knew I wanted to display Visa’s registration papers: they have my name on them and they are old and crinkly… and I love them. When Visa was around, I don’t think I looked twice at them; but now that he’s gone, they seem like a really big deal to me. So I set upon an adventure to find a frame… which didn’t exist. Apparently AQHA made odd-sized registration papers in the 90’s that are not 8″ x 10″ nor 8 1/2″ x 11″… thus no frame in existence worked.
So on Saturday, Sam and I cleaned up the office, hung the collage and added a few extra touches to complete Visa’s corner: county fair high-point over fences trophy, 4-H state fair qualifier plaque, 4H collage poster and our third place state fair win photo. Not too shabby of a resting place, if I do say so myself.
RIP THE MASTERCARD
“Some horses come in and out of our lives without a second glance, but others leave hoof prints on our hearts.”