Telling Stories – findingjubilee

Cricket

Cricket wasn’t called Cricket when she came to us. My sister, Kim, renamed her the minute we set eyes on

For the first ten years of his life, Bruno belonged somewhere. I’m not sure what those circumstances were or how

A couple of years ago, Gordy, my sister, Kim, and I fostered and rehabbed a total of fifteen horses through

Maizey is crazy. We call her that and we are the ones who love her. Whether I tell Maizey’s story

Old horses, like old dogs, are hard to rehabilitate. It takes a long time for their biology to respond and

Mya is 31 years old. I always lead with that; for a horse, 31 is a magnificent accomplishment. In Mya’s

It has been a year — no, more than that — since I have written here. I have missed it,

There is only one Muppet, extraordinary little creature that she is; she is truly in a class by herself. Well,

I have a word of caution for you all: If you are at your vet office and someone sits next

I have been writing stories; full-on efforts to plunge my heart down deep into the flow of what goes on between and