*SAPPY POST ALERT*
I write this post with a heavy heart and watery eyes. Jet has happily settled into his new home and I am so glad that he has so many people that love and care about him.. Even though I know I made the right decision for both me and him, I feel completely empty and lost. I know he is not "gone," but it is as though he has vanished form my life.
When something so influential in your every day life ceases to exist, you can't help but feel lost and confused. I went from seeing Jet every single day to not seeing him at all. I don't know what to do. My poor new horse is getting the effects of this. My overall desire to ride and simply be around horses has significantly plummeted. The last time Jet left us, I stopped riding for 6 months. I am doing everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen again.
Having a new project horse has helped me stay with it and carry on with my life. Don't get me wrong, I like my new horse, but he isn't Jet. I don't have the bond with the new guy that I had with Jet and I truly don't think I ever will. I don't love this new horse. Maybe I will someday, but I don't right now. In my mind, it seems like I tried to replace Jet with the new horse. Now I am realizes that the idea of replacing Jet is not even remotely possible.
Strangely enough, the thing I miss the most isn't the riding. It isn't all of the shows. It isn't the ribbons we won or the lessons we had. Just being around Jet and standing next to him as he sniffed my body from head to toe....him putting his nostril to my nose and breathing in each other's scent...him gently touching my face...licking my hand...scratching my back....me scratching him all over for hours as he moved to show me where he wanted to be scratched....long in-hand walks through the woods and around the street... that is what I miss the most. That is what I can't get back, but that is what I will keep in my mind as just a few of the happy memories that I shared with my heart horse.
Those moments are honestly what mean the most to me, as well. You will be happy again. My mother had an Appaloosa named Beauty once, ugliest thing ever. Gorgeous build, but she had the modeled skin, no mane or tail..but man did she love her. That was her heart horse. She owned several, but Beauty wasn't just a horse. Beauty was ripped away from her after moving, she couldn't keep her. She refused to own another horse after that, then I came along and somewhere along the way developed that love for a Quarter horse! She allowed me to get him, but refused to love him. Then, she fell for him! Now she owns another Appaloosa, who she loves so much. You'll get there!
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Behind on blogs, but hope your new project is developing well, and sorry that Jet is no longer with you. They teach us so much!
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