It’s not going to come to a shock to anyone to hear me say that I’m still grieving for Jake. He was by no means the best horse around or even the easiest horse to deal with most days, but he had such a gentle soul and needed rescuing, so Les brought him home.
Memories are funny things. I know that Les and I both came down from his 16.3 body while riding, I know Les and I lost lots of sleep (and money) trying to treat his canker, and I’ll never forget the night he lost his mind and kicked me in the head. But when he died, none of those things mattered anymore. I just remember his kind eyes and gentle nature.
I’ll be the first one to admit I rushed into getting another horse after Jake died. I realize now it probably wasn’t the best thing for me but now I need to put on ‘my big girl britches and deal with it’.
I’m too harsh with Sugar on most things. As my dear friend, Toni, pointed out to me today I resent Sugar for the simple fact that she’s not Jake. WOW! It always stings a little when friends call you out on your failings…but she’s right (of course). I’m not being fair and have never given Sugar a fair shot at her rightful place in my herd.
It’s never to late to turn over a new leaf – put the past (and Jake) behind me and live in the now (with Sugar).
I can’t make any promises…but at least I’m aware of how out of touch I’ve been for the last two years.