And then, only a week later, my veterinarian and my trainer, two people I trust to help me make good horse decisions, helped me find a new horse to bring into my life.
But I was too ashamed to tell anyone.
So, for weeks, I kept him secret from the world.
If you've ever felt shame, then you know what I was feeling: Like I'd betrayed Leroy. Like if anyone found out about my new horse, people (which people? I don't know) would think I didn't love Leroy enough.
I also felt worried all of the time. That something awful was going to happen to the new horse. That finding my new horse was too good to be true. How could I have found him so easily?
When would the other shoe drop?
And then my wise veterinarian said some magical words to me: