My post yesterday proves that I don’t let go of trauma any better than I let go of anything else.
Previous Horse was the most stubborn being I have ever met. When he said No, he meant, No, that is not physically possible, no horse has ever done it, I will not even consider it. Once you got him into an armlock and forced him into a wash stall, or into a left bend, he would look about and say Well, that was easy. What are you so hot & sweaty about? And then I never had to teach him that lesson again.
You had to meet Caesar head on. Nothing else got through to him. Whatever subtlety I had – and I had very little as even those who love me would tell me – atrophied from two decades of navigating Caesar’s monstrous ego.
So, not only is poor Rodney living in the shadow of another horse, he has to deal with me unconsciously in attack mode. I don’t like to think that my affections can be purchased, but I suspect a few blue ribbons might have gone a long way to ease the transition.
After losing a horse, how did you move on to the next one?