I am a Twitter fanatic and one of the feeds I follow is @CatFoodBreath, the daily 'journal' of a rescue cat from the Humane Society of Chittenden County, Vermont. In addition to sharing his daily rituals of marathon napping and knocking over knick-knacks, he promotes the shelter where he says he "adopted" his owner and calls it "the place where best friends meet."
I know another place where best friends meet; it's the stables to where I escape every weekend. Not only did I meet my best horse-friend Sportie there, but I have also felt an instant connection with each and every lady whom I have met there as I see them with their horse-friends.
I work and ride with whomever shows up. Some are teachers during the week, some are administrators, some are homemakers, one lady is a lawyer, many are retired. But they are all fellow horse lovers, not just riders. Whether they personally own their horse for pleasure or show, whether they are on a work to ride lease as I am, on any given Saturday you will see them fussing over and loving on their horse as if he was a long lost friend. Not once have I seen anyone lose their temper or get frustrated. Many of the horses were rescues who came to the stables as their one last chance and those horses know it. These ladies have truly earned their horses' trust and affection in every way, and none of them have endless amounts of disposal income. Regardless, if the horses had behavioral problems they got proper training. If they need supplements they get them, if they want a horse treat. We are all putty in the gaze of a certain pair of big liquid-brown eyes.
The wise @CatFoodBreath regularly shows adorable photos of happy families adopting animals from his former shelter. Last week under the photo of an exceptionally beautiful union of a couple joyously clutching a cat he wrote, "you don't need to see love to know when it happens." I'm so blessed to know love happens every weekend I walk through the door to my stables.