It’s been a long time since I’ve written. It’s as though I turned sixty last March and my brain stopped formulating thoughts into words.
No, that’s not the whole truth of it.
There was a lot going on besides reaching an age that could be called “old.”
My horse, Luke, had been having one heaves* attack after another. I would find him wheezing and coughing this horrible ratcheting sound, followed by a long moan that raised goosebumps on my arms and made my own breathing stop. I’d call the vet, cry while I waited, unable to do anything but massage Luke’s neck and press my face against his fur.