The beginning of a wonderful weekend.

It was a wonderful weekend. I thought it would be one of sadness. It was last year, on Memorial Day weekend that my dad took a turn for the worse and he went into hospice. I thought the memories would be haunting me, pulling me down. Well, that wasn’t the case at all. The weekend was just too perfect, so I enjoyed it—just as Dad would have wanted me to.




Friday evening, Kevin and I went on a ride with Cole and Starry. It was very cool, and the horses were perky. We had a great time. there were no bugs to pester us, either—that really improves the rides.


When I got back, I took Cruiser on his physical therapy walk. The cool weather made him perky, too. He started by walking very fast. The next thing I knew, he was gaiting. He kept going faster and faster. I was struggling to keep up with him. I didn’t want to jog because I was sure he would trot. I glanced back—and he was trotting—and he wasn’t limping. I burst out into tears. I then had to make him stop because I couldn’t breathe with the sobs. He started settling down—I think he made his point. He then walked quietly the rest of the time.


What a way to start the weekend. Hope has been restored for Cruiser’s future. It only got better.