How it looks
Evie &
Henry.
Henry came to us a wreck — severely underweight, his teeth worn to a
ruined mess, and so undone he'd throw himself over backward the second he
got tired or unsure of anything. He was the first Standardbred we'd ever
taken in, and he showed up carrying every hard mile of the life before us.
Over the winter, Evie made it official — a Certificate of Adoption, signed
and dated, and Mr. Henry Boy was hers. Not to take home, not to ride off
into the sunset. Hers to show up for: to brush him, walk him down in the arena,
and work with him while he learns that pressure doesn't have to mean panic.
The deed isn't the point. The bond is. And the bond between these two is a
blessing to see ♡