04/04/2025
"And then, one morning, youβll wake up...just as I did...and realize the horse that raised you is tired.
That they need you to be strong one last time."
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β€οΈ There will come a time...When you ride them for the last time.
When you buy their feed and cringe at the price, not knowing itβs the last bag youβll ever buy.
When you scrub the dirt from beneath your nails, their hair from your clothes...unaware that soon, youβll miss the mess.
When you text the vet about a mystery lameness, dreading the bill...never realizing it's the final call.
When you clean their sweat from the saddle pad, pick the wads of hair from the washing machine, and donβt think twice about the routine.
When you send their blankets off for repair, frustrated by the baseball sized holes, never imagining they wonβt need it next season.
When you cancel a ride because they found the only muddy spot in a ten acre pasture and rolled until they were unrecognizable...just as they always do.
And then, the time will come when you hang up their bridle.
When you clean their halter and tuck it away into a shadowbox, a silent tribute in the hallway.
When you carefully store the tail you sent them to heaven without, waiting to turn it into something that keeps them close.
When you hold onto their worn horseshoes, knowing youβll never hear them clinking down the barn aisle again.
It never happens the way you expect.
You always think there will be more time.
Youβll wish life had slowed down, just enough for you to be there more, to appreciate them longer.
And then, one morning, youβll wake up...just as I did...and realize the horse that raised you is tired.
That they need you to be strong one last time.
Maybe, somewhere down the road, another horse will come along and leave their mark upon your heart.
But it wonβt be them...they wove themselves into your soul...
And nothing...or no one can take that away.
π©· Michelle Knutson | Born In The Barn