March 27




(1989 – 2002)

Trudie has always lived up to her name.  At birth she was named after a wonderful friend that we lost to cancer just a few months before Trudie was born. Trudie Crouse said, not long before she died, that she wanted to come back as one of the Greer’s Jack Russell Terriers – we think she did.


In August of 1989 this perfect little puppy, with an uncanny look of wisdom and concern for all, was born.  She even liked vidalia onion sandwiches- one of her namesake’s favorites. 


From that day forward, Trudie took on Charlotte as her total responsibility (take it from her mother- that was a big responsibility for anyone). Trudie became protector of not only Charlotte, but of any animal she brought into the house.  There was the cat to save from other Jack Russells; there was a bird to protect from the cat; there were numerous fish to protect from the bird and the cat; and finally a ferret to protect from the cat and the other dogs, while continuing to protect the fish from the ferret; and numerous other wild babies that would come and go as Charlotte nursed them back to health.  Trudie took on all of this with only an occasional deep sigh and an expression a jewish mother would love. Trudie would also go to the barn with Charlotte and be sure everything was in order there. 


She went to Georgia Tech with Charlotte, just to make sure she drove safely, was on time and paid attention in class.  All the professors accepted her presence in their classrooms even though she would groan sometimes when the lecture got boring. 


When Charlotte couldn’t sleep ( which was a lot of the time because her back would be hurting ) Trudie would be there to let her know she wasn’t alone in the world and that she was loved. They would discuss their problems until Charlotte fell asleep Trudie would snuggle up to Charlotte’s sore back, or up on her pillow if touching her back hurt, then keep vigil through the night.  Charlotte knew she was never alone, and always unwaveringly loved. 


Trudie taught all of us more about Love, Sacrifice, Responsibility, Kindness, Forgiveness  and Fun then we knew existed. We were blessed to have the opportunity to know her and love her.  We miss her horribly and will remember her always.  


We also want her to know we are sorry we could never provide her with a thumb, and that we we were too dumb to speak her language.  That’s okay now – God will be able to do it all.


To Trudie Greer, with All of Our Love and Thanks- Love From “Her Humans”



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March 25

Susan Auten Letter

Friendship can weather most things, and take root in the rockiest of soil.  You can pour out the contents of your heart to a good friend….chaff and grain together, secure in the knowledge that the greatest care will be taken in sifting it.  A real friend will keep what is worth saving and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. This very act abolishes the darkness, and coaxes us to rise to the better person inside us all.

Once in a lifetime, we will come upon a friend who represents light itself.  Put there by God in our time of most desperate need. This friend will cast a light on all the fears, darkness and lack of faith.  They guide us back to the light as if heaven sent. Susan you are that light, a landed guardian angel. I cannot begin to express how you have impacted me and others who have come together today to enjoy time with you and another one of God’s gifts, horses.  

May you always feel the light, carry it with you, and share it with the world.  And maybe, just maybe, your friends can cast a light on your world one day when you need it most…. For you are one of the most kind and deserving of God’s sheep.

Bless you,

~Charlotte von Wolfle Greer


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March 25

‘It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us

‘It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us


Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,

talented and fabulous?


Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other

People won’t feel insecure around you.


We were born to make manifest the glory of

God that is within us.


It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine,

we unconsciously give other people

permission to do the same.


As we are liberated from our own fear,

Our presence automatically liberates others.’


—Marianne Williamson

From Babatunde Adegbemiro (my Nigerian friend)


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December 26

The Power of the Dog

The Power of the Dog
Rudyard Kipling, 1865 – 1936
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
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