Quite a shocking event happened today. It was so awful, in fact, I didn't make it to the clinic. :-( But I will definitely be going tomorrow, bright and early. I almost didn't go to the barn because I figured I was too emotional to ride. I told myself I'd just groom Emmy and the older blind horse, and go from there. I decided to ride and take it slow. A storm was brewing: wind, rain, the whole shebang. Having had horses spook and take off on me before, I was feeling a bit nervous but I decided to talk and sing to Emmy, which, if nothing else, helped me breathe.
Emmy, on the other hand, was calm from the beginning. LAZY if anything. While the wind rattled the arena gate like mad, she just clip-clopped along. I think she may have looked out of the door once, but it wasn't a spook, more like, "Hmmm..is that rain?" I even took her saddle off at the end and rode bareback (at a walk..I'm too chicken to go any faster bareback.) I had to nudge her with my legs just to keep her in a walk...lol. Is this the Emmy I know and love?
Maybe I'm just overly sentimental, but it was almost like she "knew" I was vulnerable. I put her away with tears in my eyes, once again relieved from the disappointment of mankind by the innocence and honesty of equines (if that sentence makes sense.)
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