Today, we started to feed you “senior feed.”
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Keeping weight on has become difficult. Your coat isn’t the first to shed out this spring and your eyes have taken on the slightest bit of a worried look.
The fire breathing dragon is still there – the curiosity that warms my heart is still there. The willingness to attack a new challenge is there – but it’s hard for you now.
I can let just about anyone ride you lately. I see you when you think about being naughty but instead choose to forgive a heavy hand, an unbalanced seat. You look at me and we both register your good humor. I’m grateful for it.
I need you to be friends with the new horse. I need you to re-assure him that he’s safe here. And you do. If somebody told me 10 years ago that you would be the horse I rely on to calm an old horse I would have laughed heartily.
Because 10 years ago, I wasn’t able to see your whole value. I saw a brilliant, hot tempered horse. I didn’t know about the sweetness, I didn’t know that the scary things would leave emotional scars on you. I didn’t know how much you would mean to me.
So eat well my friend. Take good care of your timid neighbor and tomorrow, we will take a short ride to keep us both loose and limber and I will bask in the honor that you have given me – the lessons, the generosity, the heaping mounds of humility that you foisted on an unaware ego.
Thank you my friend.
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Love this ❤️
This can’t be the Stan named after my father?
Elizabeth and Rebecca
it is the same Stan indeed! Love you you all!
Fantastic writing. I love this, and my grandfather was also Stan. Stan the Man.