So yesterday was not a good day. Nothing tragic happened, but all day little things kept going wrong. I was so glad I had the silly post up yesterday because reading your add ons made me smile, and it was the only time that happened all day. By 2pm when I still hadn’t had 2 second to sit down and eat (my day starts at 7…thats a long time with no food. I mean, I like to eat…I wouldn’t be fat if I didn’t) I was starting to go nuts. That made me start up with my mantra…”I just need to see my horse”. Every time something else would happen I would take a deep breath and think to myself that I just needed to see Gen. As soon as I saw Gen I would feel better. By the time I was leaving work at 5pm I was a wreck. Walking out to my car I started to cry. By the time I got in I was in full blown pitty party mode.
One of the perks of this job is that Gen is only 20 minutes from work and Phoenix is only 15. Even with that the 20 minut drive seemed to take forever. I wanted to see Gen. I needed MY horse. I cried so hard that when I got a bloody nose I didn’t even realize it. Thus the blood fell on to my very expensive dry clean only work pants. That was just a mark of how my day was going. Nothing earth shattering, but it felt like it was. By the time I got to the barn I had worked my tizzy up full force. Two people had tried to call me during the drive and neither were able to understand me because I was blubbering so badly.
As I walked into the barn still in my work clothes I thought that there was no way that Gen could make me feel better now. I went to toss him a carrot and leave. Gen is my baby, and thus senses my moods. I didn’t want to hang at the barn and get him upset. So I walked into his stall to give him the carrot and my horse did something he has never done before. He sniffed the carrot, raised his head to look up at me, and chose to stand there with his head to my chest. My horse just stood there like a statue while I sobbed and cried into his soft ears. And then just as suddenly as the tears started they stopped. I wasn’t crying anymore. I tried to take a deep breath but I got those chokey dry heave things that most people get after a good cry. My horse took a step back, looked at me again and came back up to put his head on my shoulder.
No one can be upset with a horse head resting on them. It is just not possible. After another minute or so I was totally calm again. As soon as Gen could tell I was fine he quickly grabbed the carrot out of my hands and did a search for more. When he knew no more could be found he came up to me and again rested his head on me, but his time in the way that lets me know he wants me to cradle his head like a baby. I obliged and smiled.
People wonder how I can pay so much for a horse who “does nothing”. People think I am wierd for going to see him everyday. I know that my horse is the best and that he is worth every second and every penny. The ability to calm me down and tell me how much he loves me when I need it is priceless. Not many horses would be able to hold off on a carrot just because they wanted to make you feel better (don’t worry, he got about 20 carrots before I left). Gennyral is a special horse. I know that. I feel very lucky to have him.
Does anyone else out there have a story about their horse knowing something? Or being able to make you feel better when nothing else can?
By the time I drove home I was like a whole new person. My bad day was gone. If I had not stopped at the barn I don’t know what would happen. Good thing I didn’t have to find out. I know that Gen can make me feel better. He has a lot of “emotional smarts” for a horse.