Starzaan
Well-Known Member
and you're starting to seriously doubt your ability to cope any longer without screaming and exploding into a million glittery pieces.... you go and see your horse, and life seems ok again.
I just went pottering out in the snow in my pyjamas sobbing like an idiot, and gave Roy a heart attack by flinging myself at him without even turning the lights on in the yard. I was treated to the sweetest little whickering, wiffly noises, nuzzling, and a proper cuddle from my best friend in all the world.
I don't know what it is about horses that makes them so comforting. I do know that when it feels like the world is spinning so fast that I can't hang on any longer, and am about to let go and go whipping off into the sky, Roy boy hangs onto me, and I don't even need to think about holding on anymore.
He may be old, he may be a complete pillock at times, he may be a poor doer and cost more than all my other horses put together to feed, he may love the vets a bit too much, he may box walk and fence walk and stress about every tiny little thing, but I love him so so much, and I owe him one hell of a lot.
If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be ticking the "self employed" box on VAT forms, I wouldn't be at the beginning of living my dream, and I wouldn't have coped at all over the last few months.
Hearing him neigh for me is like hearing Christmas every day.
So, what I'm really trying to say, in a very long winded and waffley way, is that I love my horse more than anything. Sorry for pointless post, but I think he'd rather enjoy the fact that there's something dedicated to him out there....
I just went pottering out in the snow in my pyjamas sobbing like an idiot, and gave Roy a heart attack by flinging myself at him without even turning the lights on in the yard. I was treated to the sweetest little whickering, wiffly noises, nuzzling, and a proper cuddle from my best friend in all the world.
I don't know what it is about horses that makes them so comforting. I do know that when it feels like the world is spinning so fast that I can't hang on any longer, and am about to let go and go whipping off into the sky, Roy boy hangs onto me, and I don't even need to think about holding on anymore.
He may be old, he may be a complete pillock at times, he may be a poor doer and cost more than all my other horses put together to feed, he may love the vets a bit too much, he may box walk and fence walk and stress about every tiny little thing, but I love him so so much, and I owe him one hell of a lot.
If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be ticking the "self employed" box on VAT forms, I wouldn't be at the beginning of living my dream, and I wouldn't have coped at all over the last few months.
Hearing him neigh for me is like hearing Christmas every day.
So, what I'm really trying to say, in a very long winded and waffley way, is that I love my horse more than anything. Sorry for pointless post, but I think he'd rather enjoy the fact that there's something dedicated to him out there....