My Grandfather Horse had an emergency vet call this week. He’s okay now, but I’ll be even more particular in his feeding, which is already very particular. His legs are thick and tired, and his eyesight is bad. He’s an old 26 this year. The vet told me horses don’t get dementia, but I don’t believe it. So I tell my Grandfather Horse stories.
I remind him of his courage and his beauty, and how we persevered against the odds, again and again. We’ve both gone white with years of time: crisp morning rides, endless grooming sessions, and bareback cool downs. He gave me an ease of movement and a peace of mind, he gave me a place to be. I will forever tell him these stories, I will always return the favor.
Sometimes I remind him that there is a place so far in the past that we didn’t even know each other, but we can hardly remember that time.
Nostalgia: 1: the state of being homesick : homesickness. 2: a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period.
Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.
WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo- I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. My photos are taken with my phone. No psych, definitely not high-tech.