Sas was the family horse but she was more like a member of the family. She was never used for labour and while she lived separately in her own barn, she was allowed to wander into the family home from time to time. She was cherished by everyone. They kept her fed and clean. They liked being around her and they liked having her around.

Over time Sas started to become unwell. Her illness wasn’t obvious, which made some members of the family doubt that she was ill at all. It was her mind that was afflicted and signs began to show on her body.

The family knew that they should probably take the poor horse out to a field and put her out of her misery but they were so used to having her around that they didn’t have the heart to do that. Instead they did what they could to help make Sas’s life more bearable but it was easy to forget about her at times as they went along with their lives.

Sas stopped wandering into the family home as often and visits to the barn became less frequent. As long as the family knew that Sas was there, life could continue fairly contently. While it concerned the family that Sas was suffering, they knew that they would suffer too if Sas wasn’t around and they weren’t prepared to face that.

One day one of the family members went to get Sas from the barn. It was someone’s birthday and they wanted Sas to be in the family photos but when Sas was led to the door of the barn, she wouldn’t budge. Something was keeping her stuck. This continued the next few times when someone tried to take Sas from her home.

Eventually the family had to leave Sas alone in the barn and although they visited her as often as they could, their visits were less about spending time with their beloved horse and more about making sure she was still alive.


2 thoughts on “Around

  1. Because Sas couldn’t share what was bothering her, help was difficult to provide for her, help isn’t always easier when we know what is wrong, but it is a good starting place. Tis an interesting metaphor double S. I am listening though. 🙂


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