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Bettejo Dux has lived on the cosmic Garden
Island of Kaua'i for over 40 years.
Bettejo is a regular opinion writer in the Garden Island news
and is the author of the famed novellas,
"The Scam." &"Children of extinction"
www.bettejodux.com
Editors note, This column is written through the eyes of Ari the horse--
---highlighting his perspective about the worlds greatest vet
and man of honor and integrity---Scott Sims---
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Photo of Scott riding 'Doc' created by
Maila Coleman
"Reveal your inner Pegasus" |
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A sign along the highway on Kauai's
North shore showing Love
and Aloha for Dr. Sims... |
The ruckus began on Saturday. What a racket. Ari, my beloved old horse, was tossing his feed bucket around like an angry housewife tosses pots and pans.Bang bang. Crash crash. Jangle. Jangle.
He'd had his breakfast: oat alfalfa, salt, carrots, bran and molasses served up with love and kisses on the nose. The bucket tumbled empty. Not a crumb left untouched. He licks the inside with his long pink tongue, sniffing out the carrot bites, bran and the sweet dark syrupy surprise he loves so well. My father taught me to make a warm mash in the winter and this was the winter of our lives together. Horses have an incredible sense of taste and smell. Well, look at the size of that nose. It seems to go on forever. Dimpled with kind intelligent eyes--on either side of his noble head, he is prey not predator-- crowned with pointy beautiful ears at the poll and bedecked with long silky hair called a forelock. I'd combed and brushed it this morning.
When I reached his feeding block, he dropped the noise maker--crash, bang, jangle, plop--and gave me that look.
Now any horseman--or woman--worth his salt knows a horse is telepathic. "Never let them put their heads together," I was taught by a beloved teacher, " because they're plotting." I'd experienced that little phenomena, with my own eyes, many time.
But I'd learned, years ago--I live with my horses --that if put my forehead smack against their forehead I can hear what they're thinking. They understand English, have their own language, but will communicate with you if you will only listen. "Okay, what's up?"
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| Ari talking story with Bettejo |
Ari is 88 and half years old. 28 in human years. He was born in 1987. He's three and half years older than I. I was born in 1930. We grow old together and enjoy the process.
"He's gone to horse heaven."
"He?"
"The human who cut me open. Sewed me back. Years ago. Remember?"
"Of course I remember. I was there."
He nodded. " Left his body. Gone to horse heaven."
"Are you talking as about Scott Sims?"
"That's what you called him."
"But Ari, we just heard from him..."
"... I know. They cut him open. Sewed him back. Four fingers and a thumb are handy."
With my fingers and thumbs I messaged his ears.
"You did that when I was on my back with my feet in the air. Strange feeling. You have good hands," he said.
"Thank you. I didn't know horses believed in heaven."
"You never asked."
"Okay, I ask," A theocratic lecture from a horse?
"There is not only a horse heaven. there is a horse God."
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Maila Coleman's creation of Dr. Scott Sims riding
and revealing his inner Pegasus. |
"Pegasus?"
"Don't be silly."
When a horse calls you silly, you can be certain you're pretty silly.
"But why would he go to horse heaven? If horses have a God and heaven, and humans have a God and heaven-- and Scott was human--why wouldn't he go to a human heaven?"
"Because ours is better."
"Can I go?"
"Depends."
"I'll work on it."
-Alice Monaghan writes about Maile her dog and how Scott came to the rescue-
Scott helped my Maile take her final journey this last April. His kindness and compassion helped me through an unbearable time. I called him to let him know that it was time for Maile to leave us...her cancer was beginning to restrict her breathing. In less than an hour, Scott was here at my home. I held Maile in my arms as she took her final breath...Scott stood close by to let me grieve and hold this precious gift that was only in my life for less than five short years. Maile was surrounded by love as she made her transition..it was peaceful but yet heartbreaking. I will be forever thankful to Scott, he holds a part of my heart for his love and compassion for all animals. I know he was welcomed by all the animals he loved so dearly as he entered heaven. The joy he must have felt seeing all of them again running, playing, healthy again and free of pain. I prayed he would find Maile in the vast numbers of pets that greeted him and give her a hug from me...I just know he heard my prayer and found her. Until we all meet again Scott and Maile...xxoo
Maile...5/25/2010-4/15/2015
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Hug Maile for me Scott.
A Hui Hou (Until we meet again)~Alice Monaghan~ |
For further reading on Dr. Scott check out;
"The Aloha Vet,Now Imagine an Aloha MD"
"Dr. Sims goes viral"
"Feather Ruffling and Special Memorial Tribute To Dr. Scott Sims, The Aloha Vet"
Why not call it the Scott Sims humane society?
Bettejo provided the quote on
the enclosed Kauai sunrise meme!
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