Two months into our daily walking-only rehab, the vet came out and assessed that Confetti was sound.

We celebrated first by a pokey round pen session where I let her trot.

And then, a couple days later, I decided to throw caution to the wind, that I was tired of having to ace her for every ride since the spook-bolt had returned. I set her loose in the arena with the lazy three year old pony. (I did boot her legs, at least!) Fetti – once she was clear that it was allowable – practically flew. “Play with me! Play with me!” she said to the baby, who was deeply unimpressed with the energy required. Buck leap run zoom. I didn’t chase, just let her run off two months of pent-up zooming.

Now? I have my pony back. We trotted this week for the first time since she got hurt. We’re moseying bareback carefree in the dark.

All is well in our world again.