No matter what, a horsey hug or shared breath just seems to make the world go away. Cold, snow, ice, sleet, frozen manure piles, frozen water buckets — at 60 years old one would think that enough is enough. But can’t get enough horsey hugs or breaths. They just warm me all over!
Fer sure, horsey breaths are balm to my soul. If I didn’t have horses to care for, I’d shrivel right up.
They know, Phyllis — they know ‘stuff’ that we don’t even know that is harbored in our hearts. 🙂
So very true, this is! I actually think they are so much a friend at some of the strangest times. My mare didn’t know what to think when I cried while rubbing her. She didn’t seem to mind, yet she looked back to check on me. Tears flowed that I didn’t know where there. Thoughts of my wonderful mother and missing her just hit me hard while rubbing my mare. Mother loved this mare!