Pre-Purchase Blues

Mister's pre-purchase didn't go quite as planned.

In fact, he kind of failed it.

Besides a HUGE bone spur and and slowly developing cataract, he had several injections, and after that, it all depends on how he responds.
But of course, I got all of this news at the crack of dawn, so I've spent all day considering our options, which is actually a burdening and kind of exhausting task. But all of those options are void if he doesn't respond to the injections, so it's kind of a waiting game.

Admittedly, I cried a lot today. And I'm not a crier. Thompson kids don't cry. Yet, there are so many variables to this, and the idea of him being completely unfit for riding-or just hurting in general-terrifies me. It's also really upsetting to think about how this horse, whom I have come to love and trust for an entire year, is hurting and slowly losing his sight, but despite all of this he has acted like a complete saint (for the most part) towards me. He's been pushing his pain out of the way to trust me. That scares me, because I'd rather him act out and show me he's in pain rather than hide it from me and let me drag him around.

Does that make any sense? Probably not. Anyway, those are my daily grievances,  how I even have viewers amazes me, because I can't even stand to reread my own entries.