I knew it wouldn’t take long; I went to the laundry room on the back porch and
when I came back to the living room he was gone. Home only three days from the
hospital where he had his kidney removed and he had escaped! I went to the open
front door where I saw him, followed by our six year old grandson. He was
headed to the west corral.
When
I asked him where he thought he was going he simply said “I need to see CiCi. I
need my horse.” My grandson (very wise for his age) said “I’m here MawMaw. I
got this.”
I
cannot argue with either one. I have been there. I know the healing power of
horses. I watch them, consider and let them go. God speed.
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