Mojo’s Shoulder Rest

Yesterday was Mojo’s Birthday. I never got to celebrate his birthday with him, but we still celebrate his birthday. All of the horses got some hay cookies in their cookie balls as a form of celebration.

My friend Linda, who saw the above picture, wrote “Marie… this is a picture for the ages. I can only think and know how lucky he was that you found him and had him for the remaining days of his life. He was so loved by you.”

I can close my eyes, and I still feel it all. Mojo would come stand behind me. If I was on the downhill side, I would move to the uphill side, because he was a tall horse. He would turn around, and I would gently lift his head on to my shoulder. Within seconds his breathing became deeper and slower as fell asleep. The full weight of his head sunk my shoulder downward several inches. We would stand like that for who knows how many minutes.

I walked around with a bruised shoulder the entire time he was here, and I have no regrets about it. Actually, the thought of it makes me smile.

I can close my eyes and feel him on my shoulder. They were the most precious moments. My husband says that since I can still feel him, he is still with me. I don’t know if it is that or body memory.

All I know is it was absolutely wonderful being his headrest.

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If you don’t know who Mojo is, you can visit my first blog about him at https://wordpress.com/post/reenchantedthoroughbreds.com?jetpack-copy=891

There are several blogs about him after that first post.