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.