Nightly Ritual

This is the last thing I see at the barn just about every evening now. Abby follows me up to the gate and says goodbye.

And she stands there watching me as I walk to my car, get in, and pull away.

It may be my imagination, but she seems a bit wistful as she watches. It pulls my heartstrings - clearly she enjoys my visits as much as I do.

And again I wonder, how could anyone have neglected and abused such a sweet little mare?