In rescue, there are milestone events that cause us to celebrate…sometimes screaming inside so as not to startle the horse, high-fiving a fellow team member, or expressing our relief and delight with a stray tear…as there simply are no words. There are also smaller moments that are comprised of a cumulation of consistency, tenderness, and time. These almost invisible moments build on one another creating a new life in place of a vacant shadow. In the metamorphosing of an equine that begins to thrive rather than survive, they actually begin to look forward to morning and experiences pleasure; we stop to celebrate…and sometimes, laugh. Mr. Rogers might still wear the outward scars of abuse, but after many long months, he is demonstrating that he now feels safety…and joy. He sings for his red bucket and scolds the feed crew for taking too long, loves to be groomed (touched) and relishes having his little hooves polished, and he loves his walk-abouts….and an impulsive roll in a once neatly pile of warm sand. He has stopped flinching when we approach him, extends a gentle muzzle hoping for a snack, and his eyes track us in anticipation of a kind word or gesture. He also loves small healthy treats, gentle scratches, Finbar, and life!