Sometimes, it's thinking that I should've spent that Sunday night brushing her shedding coat until it glistened brilliantly white and then, wondering if I did enough to ease her pain on that fateful Monday night
A Wise Woman called it Awfulizing... wanting new pain to replace the old pain in an effort to rush through the pain. The truth is... all in good time.
|Red Hills 2015|
It's bittersweet... I have the money to find a new partner, but I would give it back if I could curry that coat white or yell at her for running like an idiot in her paddock or even, watching that big white buttocks galloping away. It's bittersweet... the next partner/friend will combine the best of Sugar with a little less diva and more snuggly pony. It's bittersweet because I'm excited for the possibilities and so sad that it won't be with her.
In honor of my friend, I'm taking a small portion of the proceeds and sponsoring a fence or two this eventing season. The first will be a stadium jumping fence at Groton House Farm Horse Trials. It's appropriate to thank Sugar, for giving me so much material to write this blog, by giving back to the sport I love (and, she liked).
And Groton House was the start of my dance with dealing with fear and anxiety after a bad fall - The Tree Incident. This makes me smile...
And if in celebration of her life, I kissed a kissable nose tonight in the shadow of her stall thinking, "All in good time!"