Cooper

This morning Dusty went out to work the arena for me. I came home from the mane event totally motivated. We hauled Cooper into the arena yesterday and I had the PERFECT ride. I threw away my reins and totally guided everywhere with my legs. He was a dream. I was getting ready to come out when dusty came in the house and told me to get my boots on. As I came thorough the barn I saw Cooper. He was in the ditch on the side of the road. I felt a little nauseous. I was expecting big trauma. There was nothing but a couple tiny superficial scratches. The top wire was down and there was some hair on the inside of one post and the outside of another. I couldn't really piece it all together. 

We didn't get any clearer answers as the day went on.

Both Dusty and I are in shock still tonight. Our friends, neighbors, and family have been great. 

I have been struggling with anxiety when I ride and he was the first horse in a long time that I woke up excited to ride. No pit in my stomach- no self-preservation first in my mind. He was easy and fun and pushed me to be better. 

The money spent is a hard pill to swallow but what's worse is the disappointment I have that I won't get to keep riding him.

He was a once in a lifetime horse and I feel fortunate to have gotten the privilege to own him and ride him.