Life After Horses

Life After Horses


There is life after horses. If someone would have told me that a few years ago I wouldn’t have believed them, but it’s true. Work keeps me more than busy during the week. I’m getting reacquainted with my second love – clay bird sports. I’ve introduced Greg to trap and skeet and he’s having a great time. We’re trying to go shooting one weekend day, but the weather has been less than cooperative. The other weekend day we try to get things done around the house and spend more time doing fun dog things with Daisy.

I can’t go a day without thinking of horses, yet if I really give it thought, deep down inside horses are pain and heartache. I’ve been invited to go riding and have turned it down. We have a few horses we can ride any time we’d like, but don’t. The interest and passion are gone. It’s been 10 months since Wyatt left and my heart still aches for him.   Just over 6 months ago we had to put Koko down and I miss her terribly. Although I talk about having another someday in my heart I know I won’t. That part of my life is in the past and that’s where it’ll stay. I guess I realized this today when we stopped at the storage unit to grab a few things. I saw my saddles and the first thing I that popped in my head was what a waste, I’ll never use them again.

I’m thankful for all of the years I did have them in my life, the lessons I’ve learned and friends I’ve made. After all I wouldn’t have my wonderful husband if it wasn’t for horses.  Most of all I’m grateful that God didn’t let me know the last time I rode a horse was really was going to be the last time I rode.

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