Last night I got the call.
Once again, my bad boy horse has outworn his welcome. This is the fourth time, I’ve sent him to a new home, with great hopes that this would be the one, but like a furry boomerang he is coming back. Only this time, I don’t have a pasture to put him in.
For those who don’t know about this horse of mine, True is a beautiful, slightly-feral, unrideable, but completely loveable 1200 pound pet. Eleven years ago, I wrote a book about him (but never published it). The first chapter is hidden on my website.
I love this horse, but he has embodied every disappointed dream I’ve ever harbored.
And now, it seems, he’ll be moving to Virginia.
On Friday, Nick and I will go check out his potential new digs—a pasture about three miles away on the other side of Route 81, where he’ll have a field and a run-in shed and all the grass and hay he can eat, plus a view of the mountains (if the name of the place—Mountain View Farm—is to be believed).
When we sold our farm in Pennsylvania and moved to Virginia, so many people said, “I can’t imagine you without horses in your life.”
Now, we don’t have to.
As frustrated as I am with this horse who just can’t seem to settle anywhere but in my life, I’m also a little bit happy. This might sound weird to anyone who doesn’t love horses, but I miss the smell of horses. I miss the rich aroma of leather and the sharp, musty smell of hay, even the tangy scent of fresh manure. And more than the smell, I miss the feel— the soft, velvety spot on the side of a muzzle, the solidness of a cannon bone, and the warm, smooth expanse of a flank.
True is a beautiful animal—that’s why everyone falls for him despite his naughty nature. He’s got a big personality that is playful with just a hint of danger. He’s curious and intelligent and he mostly wants to be good—he’s just got deep-seated trust issues (don’t we all?).
I learned a lot from him back when he arrived an unschooled, barely-handled three-year-old. I thought I was the one who would teach him—and I did finally ride him (with the help of my cowboy friend), but in the end, I learned a lot about expectations, flexibility, and respecting the individual, whether they are two-legged or four.
So, I guess his story with me isn’t finished. Apparently, there are more chapters left to write.
And that’s how life works, isn’t it? The only story you can write is the one you are given.
Hope you’re writing a good one — or at least learning from the ones you’re reading!
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