Mustang Saga

I had a dream the other night that I found all my lost spoons outside Tonka's empty stall.  (I don't actually have any spoons missing, that I know of.)  That morning I thought about the dream a lot, because I knew it was important.  I think the spoons signified my love for him. I had taken my best spoons and used them to mix his grain and medicines, as I have done daily in reality for years (but not with my best spoons). They were lying dirty and unused in a place where he no longer was. I was gathering them up to wash them so they could be used again.

I was thinking about looking at another horse.  A well broke horse, a nice horse, with lots of personality.  Not a mustang.  And I was thinking, "but I haven't washed my spoons yet."  I didn't know if I could just jump into the saddle on a new horse.  I wasn't sure I was ready. 

Turns out I wasn't.  I went to see the horse today and it was really upsetting.  He wasn't the horse, I knew right away.  I don't know why, but it made me cry.  Embarrassing, in front of a complete stranger.  She probably thinks I'm nuts.  Oh well.  She knew Tonka's story, hopefully she understands.

I went home really sad, not sure if I could get excited about a new horse.  I knew for sure I didn't want someone else's old horse though, that I needed to start fresh, begin again. I kept thinking of the Sheepshead gelding I've picked out.  When I got home I had an email asking if I still wanted to go ahead with adopting him.  Most definitely, yes!  

Anyway, after I got that email I got excited about my new boy.  I wasn't sure I could get excited, but I did!  I started doing some repairs to the mustang pen, and it felt good.  I can't wait to get some more information.  This waiting with no word is kind of hard to handle.

Still no word on Tonka's necropsy either.  I guess I'll have to call and bother them about it.