It's been a busy weeked for me. I planned on writing megawords on my latest novel, but I only wrote 300 words all weekend. I did mow the lawn for the first time since last fall. Of course, the lawn is all moss so it was hard to see where I'd mowed.
The other chore I had this weekend was haul my horse back to my former trainer's place. She'd going to breed her this spring.
Saturday morning, I hooked up the trailer and caught Gailey. Expecting her to give me problems when I loaded her, I'm happy to report she loaded easily within a few minutes after some token resistance.
Now she's gone.
My husband couldn't wait to get rid of her. I somewhat felt the same way. After all, having a horse on the property cramped our style. We couldn't go off on a trip at the drop of a hat, or come home late from work whenever we pleased. So now we're free...
We went to a hockey game last night. When we got home, Hubbie ran to the barn to check on the horse. No Horse.
Oh, yeah, she's gone.
I woke up this AM later than usual. Gotta run out and feed the horse. Wait, no horse.
We should have been happy. Instead, it was like a part of our life was missing. When I sat in my library, I can usually look out on the horse pasture, but again, no horse.
It's a weird feeling when you've adjusted your life around a horse, and she's no longer a part of it. I'm sure we'll adjust, but it'll take a while. We both miss her. It's like a part of our lives is missing, and actually it is.
She'll be back in the future, so for now, we'll try to appreciate our freedom, even as we miss her.