“(I) could take a lean on an old horse soaking in the sun and try to remember why (I) didn’t name him Prozac 25 years ago.” Anna Blake, Author and Equestrian
I love leaning on Sportie, both emotionally and physically. He is definitely nature’s substitute for Prozac. I let out a relaxed sigh just thinking about him. I have an 8 x 10 photo of him gazing at me taped up beside my computer, to hold me over on those days I can’t make it out to the stables. His calm, liquid-brown eyes seem to hold the answers to all life’s mysteries, which will be revealed to me in due time.
I love leaning on Sportie as he grazes in the early morning sun. I throw my arm across his back as he in turn leans into me and we support each other for a few minutes, enjoying the stillness before starting the day’s work. I scratch his withers for him and he lifts his head slightly, closing his eyes in complete contentment when I find his itch. I close my eyes in contentment also.
Before I leave at the end of the morning, I lean into him once again, giving him a hug and telling him I’ll miss him. His mane has caught more of my tears, both happy and sad, than we can count. He has been my lifeline, giving me a reason to get out of the house when I just wanted to curl up and stay in bed. When one of my writing proposals gets rejected, he always accepts me. When I get overlooked and underappreciated at work or at home, he always appreciates me. I’ve lost a wonderful brother-in-law and the best mom in the world in the two years I’ve known Sportie, and he always lets me know I have his shoulder to lean on when I find it hard to stand.
He’s my medication of choice.