This morning when the trailer pulled up 40 minutes early I was curious – because the horses didn’t react, which is strange since they were all obsessed with Molly just three months ago – but something didn’t feel right. sure enough, i look in the trailer and the man had brought me a (very dirty) Summer, Molly’s baby, sweating and in a panic on the trailer without Molly.
“Wrong horse”, i said to him. “This is the baby”
“No it isn’t” he starts to argue with me.
“This is the mother,” he says in french, giving me that “old farmer” I know what I’m talking about young lady… look.
“I know my horses, this one is four years old. It concerns me that you haven’t spent enough time with them to know the difference between one that is 14 and one that is 4 – wouldn’t you say?”
His face got a little red.
“You can see the Mare is very well fed”, he said starting to become indignant.
“Yes well – food isn’t everything apparently is it?” He hadn’t even used her name.
Where was the love?
I looked at Summer, disheveled, dirty, her mane long past her shoulders completely tangled, her belly protruding rudely from her sides like she had been to too many all-you-can-eats.
He wants me to sign a paper saying I was giving him Summer, and agreed to go back to pick up Molly. He won’t pay for either of them – “they are worthless” he says to me.
“YOU are worthless”, I say in a low voice looking at him evenly.
We don’t say anything else for a second. I think he knew better.
You can’t save them all Jo. My mind says. yeah yeah – I know ,…
I have re-homed 28 horses on my own. Yeah – I know.
“She will be fine with him – he’s going to start her training this Winter – she will be happy- you’ll see,” I hear my husband john behind me. “Focus on Molly – give them time to grow apart”.
He was right – but this was really really difficult.
I realized my panic of having a horse taken from me. These are my family please remember – not my possessions. But I looked again (with “real eyes” and not he eyes of memories of that nasty woman who stole my horse- which is another story altogether) and saw she was just having the experience, and frankly, there is a point in every baby’s life where they have to have a separate life from their mother!
This was going to be ok. Molly and I would be adult mom’s together.
Summer would go on to be trained in her most optimal skills, perfect for her, she loves doing anything with people.
My husband went back with the man to get Molly and make sure everything was OK. I brought my granddaughter to day care and returned in time to greet the trailer. Master, my 26 year old retired show horse who is deeply in love with Molly, turned into a five year old stud – strutting his stuff, even doing beautiful fancy natural “dressage” on his own, like a bird showing off for his mate. His front legs snapping out in two tempes, his back straight and strong – it was beautiful to see. They wrapped around each other like ying and yang, and i could feel the warm joy emanating from the circle of reuniting so I squished myself right there in the middle, and we were all OK, all together again.
Welcome home Molly 😉
You’re on a diet as of today – but there will be NO lack of love.