I have ridden Luke twice in the past week. The vet said to do with Luke whatever I used to do with him. I haven’t gone that far yet. I can feel he’s still not 100% and he tires quickly.
He doesn’t cough now, just snorts and blows for a bit. We have trotted and cantered, with frequent walk breaks. Maybe I’m being too careful, but I’m going by how he feels to me and taking things slow.
Despite what I’m reading about how heaves is controllable, I don’t feel like I have anything controlled — not with Luke and certainly not with the rest of my life.
I walked with the Brew Babes today for a long time, trying to free something trapped inside my chest and wrapping around my stomach.
Surrounded by mud, ice, and shades of brown, there was nothing worth taking my camera out of its bag to photograph, except for the Brew Babes themselves in a shady spot with a bit of snow white.
I concentrated hard to keep my feet moving, without slipping or tripping, and let the tears fall that I’d been holding back for days. I felt a bit of the tightness loosening.