So long, farewell … 🎵

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Last day before our departure and I just had to spend it at the barn! 😃

Didnt have time for much but lost myself in Qs deep brown eyes while doing his stretches and then entered into the fairytale forest of the first winter snow with a horse that was feeling bright, forward and attentive to have just the most magnificent ride amidst the slowly falling snowflakes. 





Gave him his last brushing, last carrots, last kisses. Magical.

Q will be busy while Im gone. He has 3 massages booked. and will be groomed/lunged twice a week, plus his daily turnout with his bestie Chester. The barn family will be sending me picture postcards throughout.

When I travel for long periods, I leave a type of “power of attorney” with the barn owner so she may take all decisions on my behalf and I will cover all costs, including, if necessary, euthanasia. I do not want my horse to suffer a trauma while staff are trying to reach me, and there is no hope for repair. But I also don’t want them to hesitate to send him to the regional vet hospital if he needs emergency treatment.

Im not worried, and sometimes I think this extra clause affords me some karmic protection. Like Murphys Law+, if you plan for it, it wont happen. 😉

So, Argentina, here we come … Im expecting asados, dulce de leche, and lots of vino.

Comments

  1. TeresaANovember 19, 2022 at 6:23 AM

    Have a great time. I do the same when I travel. It’s important.

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    1. Nat DNovember 19, 2022 at 10:03 AM

      Happy to hear this! Sometimes I worry that I worry too much. 😉

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