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Originally Posted by softness
The vet I took Mr Smitty to is my old horse vet. He has horses of his own..about 60 of them. I opened the door and it hit me...the smell of a horse farm. and no, its not all manure. It was early morning and they were by the fence line, eating hay. A rooster was crowing.
I miss farm life..I miss the smells...the blowing of their breath on me when they come up close...
I am grateful for that moment...
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I made the choice of living on a working horse farm for years, your moment reminded me og their smell. I've been blessed with the gift of being able to have a horse underhand. One of my most favorite memory. Feeling of love, scents is horses.
Their eyes are the most depth and stotyfilled eyes I've ever had the honor to gaze into.
I'm glad you shared this cause it made me smile even bigger than I already do