My Mama was in the hospital. She had a spill and broke some ribs and other things that you don’t want anyone to go through. When it happens to your Mama, it is even worse. You would much rather have bad things happen to yourself.
Living about 600 miles away, I couldn’t manage to get down to see her for a few days. My brothers kept me informed about her condition and what needed to be done.
Being the “middle son” is kind of nice. You get to have a big brother and a little brother and I have been blessed to have “good ones.” There is eighteen years difference between their ages so they have a little different perspective on things. (We all have the same Mama and Daddy too.)
My older brother’s children have graduated college and my younger brother’s are still in diapers. It is really fun (and interesting) to hear them describe the same situation. This is not referring to my mama, there was nothing “fun” about her falling and being in the hospital.
I’m referring to “the horse.”
My baby brother and I were talking on the phone. He was outside the hospital and called me to tell me that there was a horse outside the hospital door. I asked him “What’s the horse doing?” He told me. We all “get the call” I guess.
My older brother noted “I thought I’d seen everything.” He was referring to the horse at the hospital (and all around the hospital).
You tell your big brother everything. So my baby brother went up and told him that there was a horse outside. He told him to sit tight and he would “see it” up in the halls and the elevator before long.
They saw the horse in the halls, in the elevator, and in the hospital rooms. The horse was everywhere.
It took me a couple of days before I could get to Alabama and spend a few nights in the hospital with my Mama. I was hoping that “the horse” would still be there.
She was the sweetest “little horse” you could imagine. Her name was “Confetti,” and I guess you should know that she is a miniature horse.
Confetti is a “guide horse” for a lady that is completely blind. She and her husband introduced us to her (Confetti). She’s a guide horse, but you would swear that she was a little girl just helping her mom and dad. It “took me down,” floored me, blew me away, and made my day.
They were wonderful people with a wonderful little horse.
They stayed a little while and I was able to ask them a number of questions.
Confetti is 9 years old and they’ve been training her themselves for almost that long. They say that it a continuous but rewarding process.
Horses live between 30 and 40 years as opposed to canines who usually are “in service” for about ten. Confetti’s parents noted that it was really hard on them when they lost their guide dogs and that was one of the reasons they wanted a horse.
Loving dogs, I sure understand that.
Where do they keep Confetti? She stays in the house. She sleeps in their bedroom; I think she’s partial to the closet.
She has a fenced in backyard and goes out and runs and kicks up her heels when she needs to do that sort of thing.
What about when she gets “the call?”
If she’s at home, she uses the “horsey door” which is like a doggy door. When she’s on the road she tells her parents. It would probably just sound like a “neigh” to you and me, but her mama and daddy know what it means.
My baby brother had told me that “the horse” was about the size of my standard poodle Doolittle who weighs about 80 pounds. She carries her weight pretty well, most women do. Confetti weighs about 150 pounds.
The size and strength of a guide horse are also more appealing to their owners because they can carry things and serve as a good friend to lean on when you need it.
It gets better and better, I talked to Confetti’s original owner and her mama and daddy more. It just blew me away. Sometimes it just pays to be lucky.
I’m not talking about my Mama falling. That is really bad luck. I’m talking about meeting Confetti. You can find part 2 here.
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I'm BN Heard and I like semicolons, dogs, and ferns growing in the woods.