I think the horses miss you. I go down to the barn every day and it seems like they are looking for you, and upon recognizing me, it’s almost as if they are saying: “Oh, it’s just you. Where is she, my leader human?” I can especially sense it with Jake, in those big soulful brown eyes that you fell in love with at first sight. Sometimes at night, he walks up to me and nuzzles his big head to my chest and looks, it seems, into my very soul.
I feel your presence in the horses when I bring them in from the pasture in the mornings or let them out at night. I don’t know any other horses that you can literally open the gate and just let them walk into their stalls on their own without being led. I think of your special bond with and profound impact on these large prey animals every day during this sacred feeding time ritual.
I wonder if they wonder where you have gone. Or is it possible that part of your spirit is in them, and they just know? I know that I can never be to them what you were; but perhaps they can see something of you in me just for having been around you. I am thankful that feeding the horses is not just a daily barn chore; but rather, a daily opportunity to see and feel your presence in them.
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