I am truly grateful for Dr. Katy, a dedicated veterinarian who took my chestnut, Lance, from the scary photo of him lying down, to the peaceful photo below of him grazing with a buddy. When the hot weather hit (high 80s), the vet attended to three horses with colic in 18 hours. Colic is often deadly with young horses, and my boy is 31.
Lance survived this serious stomach issue last weekend. Today’s temps (Saturday) will reach the high 90s, hot for June in Seattle. They’re forecasting upwards of 105 for a couple days. I am grateful that the barn sits near a creek with plenty of open land, so it stays cooler. We live on a lake (currently 78) and have invited anyone to join us for a refreshing dip.
I’m also grateful for my family, all of our health and many, many other blessings in my life. Spending three hours next to Lance while waiting for the vet, when I thought I’d lose him, gave me quiet time to think. Riding Lance and writing are integral parts in this chapter of my life. I’m going to treasure moments spent with him, reread the other four books I’ve written, and figure out which one I’ll polish before offering it to Sharon to be published next. Let me know how you are doing and what you are grateful for… Happy trails, Sally
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My list of gratitudes are endless including air conditioning running water indoor plumbing grocery stores riding again all the acting jobs I get and of course my friends my family and my grandchildren
Ditto!
I’m so glad your beloved is well! I’m grateful for my husband, my writing, and this summer which has allowed me to do some more writing.
Thank you. I am glad you can write more. It’s cathartic, isn’t it? I wrote a friend’s memoir and recently published it. She endured a lot during WWII, so it kept things in perspective during Covid. We were blessed not to lose anyone.
So glad your horse is okay. Many novels are born after scary or traumatic events which trigger such strong emotions it sparks the “what if?”
Thank you. He seems changed by the colic. Sweeter….at 31, I’m the one saying “Whoa,” on trail rides. I know each year after 25 or 27 is a gift, so I treasure all the riding we can do. At some point I’ll be walking him alongside my friends. And that’s okay, too. I have an equine in each of my books, but haven’t had one sick. Good food for thought!