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He sighed. A long, heavy breath that smelled of clover and age.

October 26th

Tomorrow I’m going back. Not to ride. Just to sit on that fence. emily's diary horse 22

The fog was so thick this morning that the paddock looked like a cloud. I almost turned back—my sneakers were soaked through, and my fingers were numb. But then I heard it. A low, soft nicker. Not the loud whinny for food. The quiet one. The hello, I knew you were coming one.

I bothered.

I climbed the fence (ungracefully, I might add—caught my jacket on a nail) and just sat on the top rail. Storm walked over. Not for a treat. Not for a scratch. He just… stood there. His flank was warm against my knee. For ten minutes, neither of us moved.

Emily P.S. – If you have an older horse in your life, go give them an extra scoop of grain tonight. They’ve earned it. 🐴💛 He sighed

There are some days you plan for, and then there are days that feel written in the stars (or maybe just in an old, leather-bound diary like mine).