Froody

Fred, pictured here in better, happier days, is still lame. He went back to work for a day and it felt as if I were riding a lumbering elephant. He is now going to be off for the rest of the year, taking a well-earned vacation in Lisa's backyard, making friends with Timmy, Wilbur and Opie. I sat in his stall yesterday and rubbed his bad leg and cried. He bent his head down like a swan, making a C with it, and nibbled my hair. The suspensory ligament is so, so fragile. Never in my life have I loved a horse like this one and I hope and pray he makes a speedy recovery. If not, I'm going to find a big fat green field and turn him out there, with lots of friends and rabbits and apple trees.

Optimistically I had a white baby pad embroidered at the show for him - it says Froody in girlish script. So silly. So cute.