To be honest with you, I had for a while, lost hope. It had dropped out of me, much like your stomach does on a wild roller coaster ride. Vanished into the clear blue sky. That hope is funny though. It's a sneaky thing. It creeps in when you least expect it. Flitting through corners. Eventually filling all air space.
Today, I let myself breathe. Let myself believe. And hope blossomed.
You see, yesterday for the first time since Whiskey came home I watched her break into a lope. She ducked and snaked her head, lifting her hind feet off the ground in a fun filled romp with her foal.
Today I cried when I watched her trot up the fence line. Her eyes were bright and her stride, while short, was free. And I breathed in. I breathed in her horsey sweet smell and giggled at her babies' antics. It was at that moment that my heart bloomed with hope.
What I hadn't been saying was that when I had the vet out a couple of weeks ago I was prepared to "do the right thing" and put Whiskey down come the weaning of her foal. My heart broken I was horrified over her quality of life. She was in obvious pain.
Today was day 3 of shoes and pads on her front feet. It has made a clear difference. She moves better and with more spirit. It is working. I was so scared to believe. Scared my hopes would be dashed.
Now, I wonder about her. I wonder if I can ride her again. Just for fun. She'll never be sound enough to compete on. I'm hoping that the vet will clear her fun general riding. As long as it doesn't cause her pain I'm game to rejoin my old partner in some fun jaunts.