horse doctor

I spotted in the n, echo one day a long time ago, a nice lady who i call the "horse doctor" she has her own practice in darlington, could sense intuitively what the the animals problem was, she was willing to travel to see me, a complementary therapist..too, theres a proper name for it . can,t remember it at the minute,..

I was able to get out at the time even though energy was very low,
and kept popping down the street to my friend jills,
i took cards down id made, she picked up the hobby bug too and went on to open her own craft shop, both of us quiet. she moved again recently..

we met years ago,
a shared experience, lost touch, suddenly she moved near, we were hooked up again, fate,,..
i also went over the park with our chubbles, over the fields for quite a way, it was good,
the breakfast bar was littered with plant cuttings from my travels.

I collected rose hips and made my own rose hip syrup, it was ok,.. but nobody would try it.

I was free to come and go as i pleased, the best feeling ever but i just did too much my mam was rushed to hospital that was the culmination of overload.

also one day me and "chubbs" were out over the corn fields, she took ill, over the next few
days she died, just a young dog vet said poison, (he thought,) we never found out really.

I was managing to get out visited my parents every day i walked in mams one night and she,d collapsed just seconds before, the streets were a sheet of ice, january,
i helped dad get the ambulance on a mobile with nearly no signal, i wanted to run away in panic but knew that was daft, settled myself and sat with mam kept her calm till the ambulance arrived, she recovered eventually how i don,t know, came home but was an invalid really.
I just went downhill too..... worry, stress... never ventured far after that really,..

I never got back to the "horse doctor"......i just keep thinking i can do it myself. stubborn..as a mule.