Trust

It was all going so well until it wasn’t. The wheels just fell off. We went from jumping small grids to me not even being able to safely lead him.

There was pain involved. Apparently a lot of it. The crazy thing is he never really showed any
signs. No limping, no head bobbing. But the pain was there. I truly believe there is only so much pain a body can take before it starts repressing it.

It wasn’t only his pain, it was mine as well. My own injury left me unsure if I could get out of his way. I didn’t trust myself to get out of his way and there we were: him not trusting me, me not trusting him, me not trusting myself.

We are getting to the bottom of it slowly but surely. It’s taking a lot of time and I’m fine with that. We are making progress although sometimes it is so small it’s hard to even notice. It’s a vicious, miserable cycle, but I have to believe that there is hope. I have to believe we will get there, wherever there is.