I like to think I’m an optimist, until I get sick. Turns out “tis the
season” is for Christmas and for colds.
Something about red noses, I suppose. Anyhow, sneezing and stuffy sinuses have
a dampening effect on my ability to be positive. After sneezing through the
morning at work, I dragged myself out to the barn for Ransom’s farrier
appointment. As soon as I approached the gate, I noticed Ransom wasn’t feeling
one hundred percent either. He rested a hind leg that was abnormally swollen. Great, I sighed.
With no sign of external injury, an abscess seemed a possible culprit, but
that would have to wait and see. Fortunately Ransom didn’t seem to be in too
much discomfort. He could put weight on it and walk okay. Apart from the
swelling, he just shifted his weight from leg to leg more often.
I was thankful that he stood for the farrier, puffy leg and all. I raided
my pocket full of tissue, dabbing my nose while holding Ransom for his trim.
Neither of us felt up to much after that. I sniffled into Ransom’s neck and he
cocked his foot again while the rain drizzled off the roof. A fine pair we made.
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