Two days ago I went to visit Buddy. He was swatting flies away as he and his two companions stood in the shade of a large oak tree. I called to him, he looked, and then obviously did not think I was worth leaving the shade for, as he simply stood there and gazed at me. So I grabbed his halter off the stall and opened the gate to enter the pasture, all the while calling and whistling. When I got within three feet of him, he finally decided to walk over to me. He lowered his head for the halter, and quite nicely walked with me back to the gate, through the gate, and directly into the barn and into his stall. There was a little bit of Purina Equine Senior left in his feed trough, so he began eating. I added some Purina Omelene to the pellets, and his level of eating increased with enthusiasm. He used to love his midday feeding, so the combination of sweet feed and an afternoon snack was a happy occurrence for him.
Meanwhile, Bella and Toby had wandered up to the gate, neighing for their “leader” to come back. I thought for sure Buddy would be anxious to get back to them, but it appeared the Omolene was more enticing. When he had cleaned up the feed trough, he walked out of the stall (which I had neglected to close) and stood in the aisle way waiting for me to snap the lead line on his halter and take him back out. I did just that, and as we approached the gate Buddy did a slight neck arch, a deep-throated neigh and reached out to touch nose-to-nose with Bella. She responded as if to say, “Well, it’s about time.” I opened the gate, Bella moved over, Toby stood a few feet away, and I led Buddy through the gate and into the pasture. He lowered his head for me to remove the halter, and off they walked together.
Yesterday I traveled to Reo’s barn to check on him and make sure the grazing muzzle was still on. It was. I whistled and yelled out his name. He lifted his head, turned and began walking toward me. I knew it wasn’t for my smiling self that he came, but rather for the cookies in my pocket, and that he knew I would remove the muzzle and allow him to graze on the rich yard grass. I really do know this horse…he’s a horses horse! And I love him for that. He has lost much of the Spring fat he had gained, and his black coat was glistening in the sunlight. He looked very, very impressive. If he didn’t have such high withers, he would have quite the perfect conformation to match the four white stockings, a few white spots here and there on his body, and a beautiful, strong head. He enjoyed his grazing time and ignored me completely, even as I told him he only had a few more days left in this home. His two gelding pals watched as Reo chewed the clover and blue grass, and I felt sad that I was taking him away from them. They are his shadows, and neigh for him whenever I remove him from the field. Sometimes we humans do not realize the discomfort we cause our animals. They have their relationships and needs, much like we do. So my happiness about the new home Reo is going to is tempered by the loss I am causing to these other creatures. I can’t enjoy too much, because sadness overcomes my emotional state. I’m a silly old woman, I know.
Today I’m home, packing boxes. My house is a mess, in complete disarray, with boxes everywhere. In five days I will be sleeping in a new, smaller home. I need this move to end so that I can stop leaving something, but rather begin something. Soon…soon!