I feel like I've lost touch.
I haven't really ridden in months. I haven't really ridden a horse I own in about a year.
But what I have come to realize these last few weeks is that my calling with horses wasn't to be an Olympic rider or even a good rider. But what if my calling with these animals was simply to give unwanted horses a loving home. I don't know what would have happened to Mya if I hadn't taken her. And while we only had three short years together and I made a lot of mistakes, I like to think that I gave her a happy place to live out her final days.
And that thought makes me more content. I am not here to be a great trainer or rider. I am here to provide a horse who no one else wanted with an environment suited to a happy content horse. And knowing I made a difference in at least one horse's life makes it worth it.
Mya taught me a lot. More than any horse ever has. And I am still learning from her. I truly believe that one feisty bay mare has made me a better person. Maybe that was her purpose.
The mistakes I made with my first horse have taught me a lot of lessons. And I think Lady is happy to benefit from those mistakes.
She has now been wearing the boots for several weeks and I have seen a huge improvement. It has made THAT much of a difference. Just the other day I went to let her out into a different pasture (like many of you I'm sure, I rotate pastures) and she went through the gate and took of galloping. I was astonished! I have never seen her gallop before! Complete with bucking head tossing and the works! I was kind of afraid she was going to hurt herself. But nope! She was just happy!
Here is what they look like on her. |
Pasture pony looking shiny! :D |
Her eyes aren't running, that's where I applied roll-on fly spray a few minute before. |