You know I kind of expected some sort of look of relief and love to come onto Canyon's face when he saw who was here to pick him up.
But he was just... I don't know. Like the farrier was here. Or another rider coming to see her horse in the pasture.
(is it awful that I felt good that he didn't just give me a hateful look and jump to follow his new/old mom?)
Don't get me wrong, it's not like he nickered for me as he was leaving. Which is good. He has never known a bad situation and that is as it should be.
I thought I'd be sadder.
I'm not. It was time and this couldn't have had a better ending.
We are blessed.
In the spirit of Lily, now our remaining horse, I'm going with a more... sorel look to the blog.