I sat on the back porch the other night watching the horses play.
I had Dobbs (the sorrel gelding)and Shyanna in the back pasture at the neighbor's.
Angel, Jazzy, and Kaci were at the barn.
Honey, Heddy, and Joy were in the front pasture at the neighbor's.
All eight got to running and bucking and playing. Joy joined in with "the girls", blowing and having a great time. Yesterday, I had to give her an extra snort of bute. She was so sore she could hardly walk.
But she looked like she was having a BLAST!
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Sounds like Joy is loving life at the moment. I understand how Joy feels. I, myself, have fibromyalgia and osteoarthritis. I hurt all the time. ALL the time. The lovely thing about fibro is that pain meds don't necessarily work like they should in people who have it. (sarcasm) So, I made a conscious choice a few years ago. I could live life and enjoy it, or I could nurse the pain and watch life pass me by. I decided life's too short to not enjoy it.
I say that as long as Joy is enjoying life, she should get a reprieve. When it's time to go, she'll make sure you know.
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