On Saturday when I went to see Lily she walked away from me. I knew she was disappointed. I hadn't been around for a while. I wondered if she noticed all the things we had taken. Her water trough and hose. Her saddle rack and brushes. I wondered if she presumed that she was being left behind.
I know. Seems silly.
Tomorrow, I told her, I will be coming for you. We will be picking up a new friend for you, then you'll be at a new barn. Then I will see you everyday.
She looked skeptical.
The next morning she ran to me. The mare in the herd tried to keep Lily back, but it was the weirdest thing. Lily looked right at me, stood her ground with the mare, wouldn't break my gaze. She was ready to go.
It freaks me out how this horse seems to understand everything I say. And holds me to it.
She loaded right up and we headed north to pick up our new horse.
Meet Cotton. More about him in part 2...