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Her calm, confident gaze said a lot. Everything was just fine.
One by one, the horses were unloaded and led away with smiles, grins, and hasty “Thank you’s” from the grateful recipients. From a completely dung-covered appaloosa (seemed happy) to a gigunda mule with contracted heels whose demeanor still said, “Back off, I’m big,” it was Christmas for a few lucky horses.
Tammy unloaded and I was handed a worn lead. I walked with her across the hard asphalt to the trailer thinking, “This is the last time. Your hooves can run on good ole New York grass from now on.” I loaded her, and then returned the lead line to the trailer driver. I wanted no reminders.
The day was long gone by the time we reached home. I unloaded her across the street from my farm. It was dark and cold—no lights illuminating, no trumpets heralding, no fanfare celebrating our quiet return home victory—just her and I.
With the lead line politely taunt, she gently but firmly led me up the driveway towards the barn where she had been born and raised. There was no looking back for her.
Do you know what “happy” looks like for Tammy? Running with her herd of sister mares in my pasture. Everybody loves a happy ending. And that’s that.
…You should be at home
That’s where you belong
Watching out for someone who loves you true
Who would never do you wrong
Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there’s no way to tell by that first kiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this? (Bob Dylan)
The day was long gone by the time we reached home. I unloaded her across the street from my farm. It was dark and cold, no lights illuminating, no trumpets heralding, no fanfare celebrating our quiet return home victory, just her and I.
With the lead line politely taunt, she gently but firmly led me up the driveway towards the barn where she had been born and raised. There was no looking back for her.
…You should be at home
That’s where you belong
Watching out for someone
who loves you true
Who would never do you
wrong
Just how much abuse will you
be able to take?
Well, there’s no way to tell by
that first kiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?
Bob Dylan
Tammy running with her sisters at home