Falling Apart

Barely breathin', with a broken heart, there is healing..

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So the whole trip overall was pretty awesome. Cali the first week, Sedona AZ the second. I really really missed my mom though. Weird, huh? :P

So now I am back home. Nothing is the same.
Everything keeps changing, but I seem to stay the same.
Don't know what to do, it seems like I strive in vain.
I think I need an island where no one knows my name.

Hah I rhymed!

Anywayss....

This week. Garage sale. Yay! Excited about that, and also my friend Julie is coming over to ride with me. We've been wanting to ride together for a long long time, but have never had the time to do it. But her kids are gone on vacation with their grandma, so now she has two weeks to hang out and hopefully ride with me!

Missin' my Sarah friend. I love her, can't wait till we get a place together!! Soon, soon. Don't know where we are going to keep out accumulated 5 horses haha, but hopefully we will find a duplex with land nearby or something we can rent.

Weeding out my friends list right about now. It needed a cleaning (in real life, not on facebook)

When I got back home, it was 2 am, and I had been missing my horses so bad. I went straight out to see them, and they were in their new pasture that we opened up for them. Psyche was the first to see me, and he came running up to me. It was one of my favorite moments I have ever had with horses. He came running, then slowed down to a prance once he reached me. He stood there with his arabian attitude shining through, and he reached down with that arched neck and started sniffing me like I was a long lost friend. Then came Darcy, then Nazwan, and Clusie was still munching on grass- unaffected by it all. I am so blessed, thank you LORD for my horses and the people who made that happen and allowed it.

'Count you're blessings name them one by one...'
I love that song, it was one of my favorites when I was little.

The saddest part of my two weeks away was a phone call I recieved during my stay in Arizona. My mother called, and she told me that my dog had ran away and had been missing for two days. My dog, Abby, is a border collie who has been my best friend for 11 years. I love her to death, and she seriously is/was my best friend. She would go out with me every morning and night to feed and take care of the horses. If Psyche or Darcy acted up, I would give her the signal and she would herd them to where they were supposed to be. She was the best herding dog I've ever seen. When we lived out on the 40 acres, our neighbors had cows. They would always be getting out of their fences and roam around our property. She knew exactly where the property lines where, and when we gave her the whistle, she would go running and chase them perfectly back to their homes. I loved her, and I so hope she comes back. It's rare for her to be gone for more than a day, she ran away because of the thunder storms and because we were not home to let her inside. She always did that. But within a day, she would come moseying back home. This time she did not come home. We have searched all of the roads over and over again for her body, but have not found anything. I am still praying that God will bring her back to me.
Sorry for the rant, I just miss my dog.