You know, I might make you laugh, but itís perfectly true. Mind you, I was always fond of people; I always took an interest in people. As a matter of fact, I think I can say this, that often people would come and ask me proper questions if they were in trouble. I was always willing to help people. I was very fond of people. But the odd thing was, and in a way, Iím not surprised, because I was so fond of her, but my old Jenny was the one that I first saw when I come over here. Yeh, now thatís got you guessiní, but Jenny wasnít neither of my wives, thank God. It was my horse.
Yeh, she was old Jenny, she used to pull my cart in my earlier years, in the thirties, you know. I was real upset when poor old Jenny collapsed and died. She was as near to me as any woman could be. In fact, more so. I had quite affection and regard for old Jenny. She knew everything that I ever said to her, Iím sure she did. She was as cute as they come. She was a real beaut. She wasnít much to look at, I suppose, as horses go, of course, but she was a real, real nice old nag, she was.
And the first thing I met when I woke up over here was being in a, well I suppose youíd call it a field. I seemed to be sitting, lying under a tree. And I remember sort of waking up and I could see this horse coming towards me. And it was my old Jenny. Course, she looked younger, of course and she was, oh, she was so thrilled, so happy you could sense or feel it, I canít say how, I mean, this is something I canít explain, but itís almost as if she was talking to me. It was extraordinary. I couldnít hear any voice and you donít expect to hear a horse speak, but it was somehow mentally, I suppose. Now I realize now it must have been as though she was speaking to me, welcoming me.
She came and stood beside me and was licking my face. Goodness me, Iíll never forget this as long as I live, and I was so thrilled, so excited.