to realise just how lucky we are to have a horse. I spent time this morning just "being with" mine in the paddock, just standing quietly with them . So peaceful, I am very privilaged.
I had a horrid day at work yesterday. Spent some time with my boy , him just being his usual friendly, pleasant self. It washed my stress away.
It truly is a privilege.
Yeah, I’m thankful that Finn seems to be out of the woods after recent surgery (and complications). It was lovely just to be with him in the stable grooming him and scratching him on his favourite spots. And Bertie, who’s a proper cuddly horse, just stands near me and relaxes on my shoulder, huffing at me. Very fortunate.
My special times with my girl wasn’t riding her but just being with her grooming, poo picking(she always “helped”) or just sitting in her stable whilst she ate her hay. That sound has she steadily chomped her hay was best ?
Having lost mine in July after 15 years I agree sometimes it is easy to take them for granted and presume they will be with you into old age.
I just loved being around him and always told him I loved him. Some days were hard especially when he was poorly and I was tired and work was stressful but there is a massive gap in my life without him. Treasure them whilst you can.
I’ve felt so so incredibly lucky to have mine, especially this week. Crying into old Peggy’s mane with a broken heart but just stroking her coat helped steady me and I know how lucky I am to have them. They are amazing.
It has been quite a few years since I lost my old boy, and I miss him every day.
The gentle whinny when he first spotted me, or heard me call his name. Listening to him eating his hay. Snuggling into his long mane, sometimes catching my tears of sadness when I had a bad day. Turning his head and nudging me to make sure I was okay. These seemingly little things meant so much to me, and I will treasure these beautiful memories forever. X
When I’m feeling rocky, I can look into the eyes of any one of my animals, and consider myself lucky. I know that the most important thing is always that we’re together - everything else can go hang.
I feel intensely privileged to be hit by this 'i'm so lucky' moment everyday as I drive out to see my horse. She happens to be kept in a particularly beautiful part of the country as well, and walking out to catch her i'm just in awe that I get to spend time with her and in such a lovely place.
I think having waited until I was a bit 'older' until I got my first horse, and moving out of London (an environment that didn't suit me at all) to get her, there is an element of novelty that doesn't seem to wear off, and it's fantastic.
I have had quite a few magic moments with BBP this year where I will go and sit in his field and he has come over, stood with his nose on my head for a while and then lies down right next to me. I have had him for 14 years now I think and this is the first time it has happened but he has done it at least 3 times so far. I feel this huge surge of emotion every time.
Every day I feel lucky. I look back on 34 years of horse owning and my 10 year old self, dedicating every morning evening and weekend to this furry oversized dog ? I wouldn’t change it for the world. When my old boy died, I took a rest for 4 years and had my boys, then straight back into it. There is nothing like that nuzzle, that whicker and that smell of your horses muzzle ?