I had begun to recognize the difference between waiting and worrying.<\/p>\n
For most of my life, I had treated them as the same thing.<\/p>\n
If something mattered, I worried about it.<\/p>\n
If I couldn't solve it, I worried harder.<\/p>\n
And if somebody told me to be patient, I usually took that to mean I was supposed to worry quietly.<\/p>\n
Patch had given me plenty to worry about.<\/p>\n
His injured foot.<\/p>\n
His poor condition.<\/p>\n
The difficulty he had chewing.<\/p>\n
The money it took to feed him.<\/p>\n
And the questions Silas had raised about his earlier training.<\/p>\n
I had spent so much time thinking about those things that sometimes I forgot to look at the horse standing in front of me.<\/p>\n
He was improving.<\/p>\n
That was the fact that mattered most.<\/p>\n
His right front foot no longer caused the same obvious pain.<\/p>\n
He could walk across the yard without the terrible hesitation I'd once watched in every step.<\/p>\n
And when Maggie approached, he still raised his head as though her arrival was the most important event of his day.<\/p>\n
I watched that happen one afternoon.<\/p>\n
The school bus stopped at the end of our driveway.<\/p>\n
I was standing near the kitchen window.<\/p>\n
Patch was in the pasture.<\/p>\n
He lifted his head before Maggie came into view.<\/p>\n
Then he made that soft calling sound.<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
A moment later, Maggie appeared.<\/p>\n
She walked toward him.<\/p>\n
He waited.<\/p>\n
It was such a small thing.<\/p>\n
A horse recognizing a familiar person.<\/p>\n
A girl coming home from school.<\/p>\n
But after the months we'd lived through, small things had become important.<\/p>\n
I remembered the way Maggie used to enter the house after the accident.<\/p>\n
Quietly.<\/p>\n
Her shoulders low.<\/p>\n
Her answers short.<\/p>\n
Sometimes I asked how school had gone, and she looked at me as though I had asked her to carry something heavy.<\/p>\n
I hadn't known what to do.<\/p>\n
I still didn't know whether anything I could have done would have made those days easier.<\/p>\n
That was difficult to admit.<\/p>\n
I was her grandmother.<\/p>\n
I wanted to protect her.<\/p>\n
I wanted to make the house feel safe.<\/p>\n
And I wanted to take away the pain of losing her father.<\/p>\n
But I couldn't.<\/p>\n
No one could.<\/p>\n
What I could do was make breakfast.<\/p>\n
Keep the house warm.<\/p>\n
Listen when she wanted to speak.<\/p>\n
And learn when to leave her alone.<\/p>\n
Patch had taught me something about that last part.<\/p>\n
He never asked Maggie to explain herself.<\/p>\n
He needed ordinary care.<\/p>\n
She could give him that care without finding words for her grief.<\/p>\n
Sometimes I wondered whether that was why she had become so attached to him.<\/p>\n
Then I reminded myself that I didn't need to explain every feeling she had.<\/p>\n
She loved the horse.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
I watched her reach the pasture.<\/p>\n
She put a hand against his neck.<\/p>\n
He lowered his head slightly.<\/p>\n
I couldn't hear what she said.<\/p>\n
But I could see the way he stood beside her.<\/p>\n
Quiet.<\/p>\n
Comfortable.<\/p>\n
Attentive.<\/p>\n
I thought about the day Silas asked her to lead him across the driveway.<\/p>\n
Patch had followed her instructions carefully.<\/p>\n
When she stopped, he stopped.<\/p>\n
When she turned, he turned.<\/p>\n
Then came the movement that had surprised Silas.<\/p>\n
The old horse gathered his hind legs beneath him and shifted around the corner with remarkable balance.<\/p>\n
I had seen Silas remove his hat.<\/p>\n
I remembered the silence afterward.<\/p>\n
And I still wanted to know why it had affected him so strongly.<\/p>\n
But I had stopped asking Patch to provide the answer.<\/p>\n
He didn't owe us a performance.<\/p>\n
His foot had been injured.<\/p>\n
We had worked to relieve the pain.<\/p>\n
I wasn't going to treat his recovery as an opportunity to satisfy my curiosity.<\/p>\n
Maggie came inside later.<\/p>\n
She washed her hands.<\/p>\n
Then she sat at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
"Patch looks good."<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
"He does."<\/p>\n
She looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
"He's walking better."<\/p>\n
"I noticed."<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
Then she grew quiet.<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
"Grandma?"<\/p>\n
"Yes?"<\/p>\n
"Do you still think about what Silas said?"<\/p>\n
I considered pretending I didn't.<\/p>\n
But Maggie knew me better than that.<\/p>\n
"Sometimes."<\/p>\n
She smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
"More than sometimes."<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
"All right. Quite a lot."<\/p>\n
She looked down at her hands.<\/p>\n
"Does it matter?"<\/p>\n
I wasn't sure how to answer.<\/p>\n
Of course it mattered in one sense.<\/p>\n
Silas had spent more than forty years working with horses.<\/p>\n
He had recognized something unusual.<\/p>\n
I respected his judgment.<\/p>\n
But Maggie wasn't asking whether his observation was interesting.<\/p>\n
She was asking whether it changed anything important.<\/p>\n
I looked toward the barn.<\/p>\n
"I suppose it doesn't change what we need to do today."<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
"He still needs his water."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"And his feed."<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"And his foot checked."<\/p>\n
"Absolutely."<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
"Then he's still Patch."<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
"He's still Patch."<\/p>\n
That seemed to satisfy her.<\/p>\n
But her question stayed with me.<\/p>\n
I had become so interested in the possibility of his earlier training that I sometimes looked at him as though there were another horse hidden beneath the one we knew.<\/p>\n
A better horse.<\/p>\n
A more valuable horse.<\/p>\n
A horse with some important past waiting to be discovered.<\/p>\n
I didn't like admitting that.<\/p>\n
It made me feel as though I had started measuring him again.<\/p>\n
Not by thirty-one dollars this time.<\/p>\n
But by what he might once have been worth.<\/p>\n
I had promised myself I wouldn't do that.<\/p>\n
Yet the temptation remained.<\/p>\n
It was easy to think that suffering became more meaningful if it belonged to someone or something extraordinary.<\/p>\n
I didn't believe that was right.<\/p>\n
Patch's pain had mattered before Silas recognized his movement.<\/p>\n
It mattered when he was standing at the auction with his ribs showing.<\/p>\n
It mattered when his twisted shoe pressed against his hoof.<\/p>\n
And it mattered when he struggled to chew because his teeth made eating uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
None of those things became more serious because somebody might once have trained him well.<\/p>\n
I looked at Maggie.<\/p>\n
She was getting up from the table.<\/p>\n
"Where are you going?"<\/p>\n
"Back outside."<\/p>\n
"You've only just come in."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
"I want to check him again."<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
"All right."<\/p>\n
She went toward the door.<\/p>\n
Then she paused.<\/p>\n
"Grandma?"<\/p>\n
"Yes?"<\/p>\n
"Are you coming?"<\/p>\n
I looked at the notebook lying beside my checkbook.<\/p>\n
The figures were waiting.<\/p>\n
They always were.<\/p>\n
I had planned to look at them before supper.<\/p>\n
But the light outside was pleasant, and Maggie was standing at the door with an invitation I didn't want to refuse.<\/p>\n
"I'll come."<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
We crossed the yard together.<\/p>\n
Patch lifted his head when we approached.<\/p>\n
Maggie reached for the brush.<\/p>\n
I took another.<\/p>\n
We began working along his coat.<\/p>\n
His ribs were less startling than they had been in April, although he still needed good care.<\/p>\n
I could feel the shape of his shoulders beneath the brush.<\/p>\n
He stood comfortably.<\/p>\n
Every so often, he shifted his weight.<\/p>\n
I looked toward the right front hoof.<\/p>\n
The habit hadn't left me.<\/p>\n
Maggie noticed.<\/p>\n
"You're checking again."<\/p>\n
"I am."<\/p>\n
"He's all right."<\/p>\n
"I believe you."<\/p>\n
She laughed softly.<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
That little laugh still had the power to stop me.<\/p>\n
I remembered standing at the kitchen window with the dish towel in my hands.<\/p>\n
The floating cap.<\/p>\n
Patch looking pleased with himself.<\/p>\n
Maggie laughing until she leaned against the fence.<\/p>\n
I had cried that afternoon.<\/p>\n
I hadn't known what else to do.<\/p>\n
Now laughter appeared in our days more often.<\/p>\n
Not constantly.<\/p>\n
Not as though everything had become easy.<\/p>\n
But often enough that I no longer froze every time I heard it.<\/p>\n
That was a change worth noticing.<\/p>\n
Maggie finished brushing Patch's neck.<\/p>\n
Then she stepped back.<\/p>\n
"He's handsome."<\/p>\n
I looked at the horse.<\/p>\n
His black-and-white coat was cleaner.<\/p>\n
The crooked white marking on his hip stood out clearly.<\/p>\n
I remembered Silas looking at it.<\/p>\n
I had spent days wondering whether it meant something.<\/p>\n
Now I simply saw a familiar part of Patch.<\/p>\n
"He is," I said.<\/p>\n
Maggie looked pleased.<\/p>\n
She returned the brush to its place.<\/p>\n
Then she checked his water.<\/p>\n
I watched her work.<\/p>\n
She had become confident.<\/p>\n
Not careless.<\/p>\n
Confident.<\/p>\n
She knew where things belonged.<\/p>\n
She noticed what needed doing.<\/p>\n
And she seemed comfortable with the responsibility.<\/p>\n
I thought about her father.<\/p>\n
He had taught her the beginnings of that confidence.<\/p>\n
I wished he could see how she used it now.<\/p>\n
I wished he could see Patch.<\/p>\n
But wishes were all I had.<\/p>\n
I had learned that grief could make me overlook what remained because I was staring so hard at what was gone.<\/p>\n
I didn't want to do that with Maggie.<\/p>\n
Her father was gone.<\/p>\n
She was here.<\/p>\n
And she was becoming someone who could care for a suffering animal with patience and attention.<\/p>\n
I was proud of her.<\/p>\n
More proud than I knew how to say.<\/p>\n
When we finished, Maggie led Patch toward the barn.<\/p>\n
I followed.<\/p>\n
His footsteps sounded steady.<\/p>\n
I listened until they stopped.<\/p>\n
Maggie turned toward me.<\/p>\n
"Grandma?"<\/p>\n
"Yes?"<\/p>\n
"Do you think he'll always remember us?"<\/p>\n
I looked at Patch.<\/p>\n
I couldn't know that.<\/p>\n
I couldn't explain what memories a horse kept or how he understood them.<\/p>\n
But I could see that he recognized Maggie now.<\/p>\n
He knew her footsteps.<\/p>\n
Her voice.<\/p>\n
The routine of her care.<\/p>\n
"I think he knows you very well."<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
"Good."<\/p>\n
Then she gave him one last scratch.<\/p>\n
We went back toward the house.<\/p>\n
I thought about her question.<\/p>\n
Would Patch remember us?<\/p>\n
I didn't know.<\/p>\n
But I knew we would remember him.<\/p>\n
Not because Silas had been surprised by his movement.<\/p>\n
Not because he might once have received expensive training.<\/p>\n
Because he had arrived when our house was painfully quiet.<\/p>\n
And he had given Maggie a reason to step outside each morning.<\/p>\n
That evening, I opened the black notebook.<\/p>\n
The expenses were still there.<\/p>\n
I checked them carefully.<\/p>\n
Then I closed it.<\/p>\n
I wasn't finished worrying about money.<\/p>\n
I probably never would be.<\/p>\n
But for once, I didn't turn the pages looking for a reason to regret buying Patch.<\/p>\n
I knew why we had kept him.<\/p>\n
And I knew what we had gained by taking care of him.<\/p>\n
The rest could remain unanswered.<\/p>\n
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