Join Date: Oct 2009
Location: Just south of sanity
My horses have helped me cope with many things. Especially because they're the same from day to day, and human tragedy doesn't enter their world.
I had an appointment to get my horse's teeth floated on Wednesday, 09/12/01, so had put in to take the day off a week prior. We all know what happened on 09/11/01. I worked right outside the Pentagon then, so we got to see and hear part of the devastation firsthand.
The first thing after I got home that day was go to the barn to see my horse. He was his regular self, and that helped calm me and put things into perspective. His blissful unawareness of the tragedy the U.S. population endured that day made me realize how blessed I was to have a sanctuary in the midst of all the emotional pain.
He was the same horse that helped me through the death of my maternal grandmother, my parents' battles with cancer, and the end of more than one romantic relationship. He was my rock and anchor in this crazy, emotional train wreck I call my life.
When I had to put down that horse in July of 2007, the two horses I had remaining helped me cope with his devastating loss because they still needed to be fed, watered, groomed, ridden, and I couldn't bury myself in my grief, even though I wanted to. Like Conny before them, just them being their regular selves made it bearable for me.