moment, my last day to live. Some days it's hard to realize that I have no one to share this love with. I think that I have buried it so deep in my memory because most of the people I know have no passion for it and wouldn't want to talk about it. Many of the things that I have loved to do, I've had no one to share the memories with. If you don't love horses you can't understand a person who does. If you are not studying animal science, you do not want to hear about it. Many times in my life I've felt that people could not understand me, or those things I have a passion for. It's very rare when I find someone who could talk for hours about horses.
I'm thankful my daughter is in 4-H. I now have an outlet for my passion for animals. I get to teach her 4-H group about cats. At the 4-H fair I got to talk to tons of people about cats and cat care. I could have stayed all day. The other nice thing was that I got to look out and watch all the children riding their horses. I'm excited for the new 4-H season to start. I love to teach, I love to learn about animals. This past spring I took 3 Vet. assistant classes online. I absolutely loved taking them. I got 100's on all the finals. They seemed so easy to me. I know in my future I will end up working at a vet clinic. It is one of my new goals. I need to wait though until my
Husband is more settled in his new job, and the kids are ready to be more on their own. Once these things are in place I will begin looking to work at a vet clinic.
The top photo is of me and Chalice Intrigue he was a horse that I got to work with one summer at the farm I worked at. The middle photo is of me and Andover Windpepper Aka : Andi. She was my horse. I paid $800.00 for her. I owned her for 8 years, and then my parents gave her and their horse away when I got married. Oh it broke my heart. She lived only about 3 years more, the last time I saw her at her new farm she was so ill, I knew she would not live another year. My poor mother when she saw her said she would never have brought me to see her if she knew how ill she was. She was such a beautiful horse. The last photo is of Andi and I jumping. She loved to jump. I was a bit terrified, but jumping on a horse is one of those experiences you just never forget. It's the closest you can come to feeling like you are flying. Perhaps I'll dream of riding tonight. I worked for a Morgan Horse farm. I have some really wonderful memories of that farm, and two scrapbooks filled with photo's. Think I'll go look at them. This year has definitely been a year of looking back.
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