She Loves Me

She loves me. This is wonderful since she has 'loved me not' for almost a week. Becca is finally beginning to feel better. She is a long way from sound but we are making progress. She's enjoying her massage, now. She tolerates her stretches. She stands quietly for me to massage her scar from the biopsy. She will still not stand with her front legs even. She's sore.


I hate to see her hurting but the alternative is not pretty. The fall she took last March could easily have killed her. She did a complete flip. A somersault. Ground-shaking fall. All because she tripped at a high speed. If I hadn't seen it happen I would not have believed it. That day my threesome came running up to the barn for breakfast. I thank god she was at the back of the herd. They could have plowed into her while she was down.


The official diagnosis was subluxation with a hot spot of the T5 and T6 vertebrae. And, she has a nasty tear in her gluts. Wow, what the neighbors must think of me standing behind her rubbing her butt! I am in love with this horse. She is so kind and willing. And a joy to ride.


I do not blame her a bit for my fall a year and a half ago. My crooked and tempermental arm is a reminder that I am not invincible. But, it is not her fault. I knew better than to ride bareback, in a halter, in a new place, away from her buddy, on a herd-bound mare. Too much for her all at once. She has made progress on the herd-bound issues. And I no longer ride her bareback outside of her comfort zone. Of course, I can't ride her at all right now. I just dream about it. And get hugs and kisses from her. She is truly the most affectionate horse I have ever known. Heart of gold.


It is getting late and the neighbors are shooting off fireworks, of course. I hope my crew is being as sensible about it as they were before the sun went down. They were completely ignoring the noise. I think I'll go check on them. The dogs are in the house having a fit, as usual.