Our parade is a very sweet part of Cabin Creek. When I was a kid, everybody participated in the parade. We all would laugh at the fact that there was nobody who watched.
While we were gone I boarded Bob up at the barn. The stalls are huge and there's daily turnout into large pastures. Although Bob hasn't cared for the lodging in the past, he's getting better about it. Text messages from friends who board there reported he settled in nicely.
When I went to pick him up yesterday his knees were once again unstable. In fact they were so unstable that we were concerned he was going to fall as I checked him out. We took the risk of putting him in the trailer and ever so gently hauling him the few miles back to our place without incident.
The truth has hit us hard. I can't take the chance of even a light ride. I now know I'll never be able to ride Bob again.
I head up to take my lesson in a few hours on the Lesson Horse, which I'm grateful to be able to use. But I'm all choked up about the reality of my situation. I have no horse left to ride and like a flower without water, I feel my inner self wilting and fading away.
I've put the word out on the equine telegraph around here that I'm in search of another horse. I've asked my friends to keep an eye out for an older gelding, a been there, done that guy that I can put family and friends on and know they will be well taken care of. I'm looking for a guy who is in the upper 15 hands so that my husband can also ride (my husband is very tall).
But the fact is that I'm in no fiscal position to buy a horse right now. All I have to offer is a good home, care and lots of love.
It's said to not go looking for a horse until you have the resources to purchase it. I know that's good advice but I'm hoping someone out there has a horse they love but no longer use and all they want is to make sure it goes to a good home. That would be me.
One can always dream. And right now that's all I've got...