Saturday Morning Ride

This morning I went for a ride. My girl is feeling much better. I suppose I haven't written about it yet. But Monty is gone. Carrie had to have him put down. They are pretty sure he had a brain tumor. He was getting worse and worse. I was so grateful that I had photographed him on the sly for Carrie. And said my goodbyes. 

Since then (and even during his plight leading up to his removal and then passing) she had been low. I could feel it. I thought it was either Monty or the accident we'd had ridding. There was so much going on. Gwin had a tough month as far as horse's months go. 

With Monty gone and two new horses on the property with Gwin and Angel, things are different. The mama mares are tender still. Gwin seems less that interested in making new friends yet. She's kind of heart broken. 

The upside is that there is no more shuffle and push around. Monty was getting very pushy and studdy. I'm glad that the atmosphere has changed. I was really starting to feel bad for the horses. Each of them. 

Things are quiet and soft now. Still a little low, but certainly better today.

Gwin and I rode for about 50 minutes. We went easy again. I'm still nervous about my saddle when we go faster than a walk. I know I cinched it WAY tighter than usual. I suppose it will take some time. 

When we were back at the barn I groomed her and picked out her hooves. Sweet girl. I love her so much. I'm so grateful she's mine, and I'm hers. I don't know what I was ever doing without her. 

(oh, and my injury is feeling almost completely healed)