My phone went AWOL. Actually, my cell phones have a fondness for swimming, which renders them useless. Mine hopped out of my pocket while I was out working with Steve Holt back before the snow and it landed in a puddle. I brought it inside and set it down...and promptly forgot where I set it.
Three weeks later I finally confessed to City Boy what had happened and while I'd been unable to locate my silent partner, City Boy found it sitting on a shelf near the back door (why didn't I think to look near the door?) He replaced the SIM, or whatever it is he does when I kill my phones, and I began to listen to messages. One of the messages was from my friend and former farrier, Cheryle.
A couple years ago Cheryle took on Chance, a young mustang gelding who was suffering from who knows what. Whether it was muscle or nerves, no one knew, but he struggled to walk or get up after laying down. His sweet disposition, however, won many hearts and rather than put him down at the corrals, Cheryle adopted him and began searching for treatment. Chiropractic and massages were seeming to help, but as Chance grew and matured it became obvious that his additional bulk was causing him to struggle. When Cheryle found him down and tangled in a fence, she knew she had a difficult decision to make.
And so it came as no surprise when I heard her trembling voice telling me that she'd put Chance down. But as I listened to her voice in the message, I could tell there was something else...something deeper and more painful. Before hanging up, she began to cry softly, telling me that Regalo had broken his leg on Christmas Day and he, too, had to be put down.
My heart breaks for my friend. Regalo was adopted at 4 and had been very shy around people. Cheryle had given him time, letting him get used to her presence as she worked the horses around him. As is the case with most of these shy, difficult horses, he won her heart in a big way. Over the past couple of years I photographed him a few times...he was always curious about my camera, that curiosity winning the battle over his nerves. A couple months ago I went over to get some photos of Cheryle with her horses. She'd asked for one shot in particular; she wanted one of Regalo arching his neck and reaching down to her.
If you think about it, would you please pray for Cheryle? I can't imagine the grief she must be feeling right now.
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Yesterday there was fresh, slushy snow on the ground and falling from the sky when I climbed out of bed. Thankfully it warmed up enough to make driving safe and we headed once more to the arena where I got ride number two under my belt. And yes, just for y'all, Darling skipped her ride at home so she could give you a sneak peek into our world.
Three weeks later I finally confessed to City Boy what had happened and while I'd been unable to locate my silent partner, City Boy found it sitting on a shelf near the back door (why didn't I think to look near the door?) He replaced the SIM, or whatever it is he does when I kill my phones, and I began to listen to messages. One of the messages was from my friend and former farrier, Cheryle.
A couple years ago Cheryle took on Chance, a young mustang gelding who was suffering from who knows what. Whether it was muscle or nerves, no one knew, but he struggled to walk or get up after laying down. His sweet disposition, however, won many hearts and rather than put him down at the corrals, Cheryle adopted him and began searching for treatment. Chiropractic and massages were seeming to help, but as Chance grew and matured it became obvious that his additional bulk was causing him to struggle. When Cheryle found him down and tangled in a fence, she knew she had a difficult decision to make.
And so it came as no surprise when I heard her trembling voice telling me that she'd put Chance down. But as I listened to her voice in the message, I could tell there was something else...something deeper and more painful. Before hanging up, she began to cry softly, telling me that Regalo had broken his leg on Christmas Day and he, too, had to be put down.
My heart breaks for my friend. Regalo was adopted at 4 and had been very shy around people. Cheryle had given him time, letting him get used to her presence as she worked the horses around him. As is the case with most of these shy, difficult horses, he won her heart in a big way. Over the past couple of years I photographed him a few times...he was always curious about my camera, that curiosity winning the battle over his nerves. A couple months ago I went over to get some photos of Cheryle with her horses. She'd asked for one shot in particular; she wanted one of Regalo arching his neck and reaching down to her.
If you think about it, would you please pray for Cheryle? I can't imagine the grief she must be feeling right now.
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Yesterday there was fresh, slushy snow on the ground and falling from the sky when I climbed out of bed. Thankfully it warmed up enough to make driving safe and we headed once more to the arena where I got ride number two under my belt. And yes, just for y'all, Darling skipped her ride at home so she could give you a sneak peek into our world.