There’s not much I’ve left unsaid about my heart horse, Visa. He passed away unexpectedly on April 17, 2012 and I’ve missed his blaze face and little curved ears every day since. Even in death, he taught me so much about love and life — it’s a debt I will never, ever be able to repay.
I have this little joke with Miles about how he has to “earn his keep” every month. When he’s bad, I threaten to let him live outside, but when he’s good I tell him he’s earned board for another month. On Sunday and Monday, Miles earned his May board.
Last weekend I indulged my husband and went on a short trip to Pittsburgh to watch baseball. He comes to all my horse shows, so a few times a year we travel to see his favorite team (the Atlanta Braves) play. Typically we go to Cincinnati… but I hate that city and somehow we always have some sort of comedy of errors that lead to a bad time. This year, we figured we’d go to Pittsburgh. It’s only one additional hour away, compared to Cinci, and neither of us had ever been. So on Friday morning we packed up and headed out.
We’ve reached the point of spring in the Midwest where all it does is rain and the pastures are saturated, and complete mud pits. While I’m definitely grateful for the warmer temperatures, Miles isn’t happy being stuck inside so much. Less turnout means more energy and Miles doesn’t always use his enthusiasm for good.