I had plans to ride Eli last night … until a dump truck spilled its load across I-35 … right at the exit I take to get to the barn …
While this is beyond my control, it does not alleviate the guilt I feel when I can’t get out to see Eli, whether to ride or not. I get sucked into the rabbit hole of anthropomorphism, literally worrying that Eli will worry that I won’t come back. He nickers loudly at me every time I walk in the barn in the evenings, fully expecting me to pull him out of his stall as soon as he sees me. Which I usually do. And so I think he must feel disappointed if I don’t show up … which is actually really vain and idiotic, but I am human and humans are vain and idiotic.
I also have this same experience with Conrad, as I leave for work every day.
All I can do is reassure them both I am going to keep showing up! Perhaps they understand.