Every year, about this time, life seems to get just a little bit harder. I start to feel just that little bit more emotional, and just the mention of my big red heart horse’s name can make my heart clench, my throat get tight and eyes start to brim with tears.
Longtime readers of this blog know that I’m a firm advocate in the slow feeding process when it comes to my horses, and Mitch in particular. It’s a journey that began waaaaay back in 2010 and continues to this day. Because self-care has offered me a lot of flexibility in the type of hay I feed, and allows me to properly weigh my hay instead of feeding just “X number of flakes”, I’ve really made the need for extending the hay availability to my horses into a driving force in my care of them.