This week is going to be a little wearing on me. First and most important reason is that Uriah will be spending his week in classes training all week, I miss him terribly already and it hasn't even been 3 hours yet. UUGH! Second, I have my first full week of classes and getting back into the swing of things might be tiring, but I am surprisingly excited...I think I have a good teacher for this class.
Third, of course I will be worried about Tuff and his new home and whether or not he likes his new digs and is making new friends. It has almost been a year since he got injured and having spent every single day of my life except for the rare weekends that I went to NC and the month I had surgery and couldn't go to the barn, aside from those days, I have spent every day with that horse. Every day wrapping and unwrapping and rewrapping, and sweating, and injecting antibiotics in his neck, crushing horse sized pills into grain, walking, grazing, standing for hours on end just to get his mind occupied on something other than 'why can't I run', scooping poop, shoveling saw dust, driving only God knows how many hours all in the name of one horse. All for the sake of my Tuffy. Now, he's 25 minutes away, in another person's hopefully trustworthy hands, with myself unable to watch him with a close eye. His leg will never ever be the same, so I will always worry, but now I feel a little lost not knowing what to do with a little extra free time. But call me crazy, all the blood (not his) sweat and tears (all mine) I wouldn't trade for a second (of course I wish none of it happened to begin with, but this is me trying to find the silver lining) because all the time I spent with Tuff he always got me through something. Always took my mind off of things that bothered me. Work problems disappeared, family drama disappeared, just me and my horse, and the days that I did get to ride him, he carried me around, proud as a peacock that he was able to be ridden again, and everything through the ears of my red headed son, uh-em, horse was right and perfect. Nothing could touch me. I was definately bitten by the horse bug a long time ago, and once you've been bitten, nothing can take it away. So if anyone reading this has a friend, family member in love with horses, it's too late, the deed is already done. The best thing you can do is to just let it happen. Just let it happen is all the advice I can give you. Boy, that was a long walk down memory lane. Sorry about that...I am a little (okay alot) passionate about all things horsey. So...with that said, I hope everyone has a good Monday, and do try to stay warm :)