What Fits Now

Saturday, June 07, 2026

My large three-horse trailer has long been perfectly sized for my needs. That’s because my horses, Rosie and Sunny, and our donkey, Pimmy, often traveled together. For many years, I’d ride one horse and pony the other, while Pimmy, who adored her horses, followed along untethered. We were a small trio heading down trails and country roads. I don’t remember thinking those perfect days could end.

But they did—as all seasons eventually do. Things for me have changed, and quickly.

Rosie crossed the Rainbow Bridge this spring. Pimmy, now elderly herself and needing daily medication, has gone to live with a younger neighbor. A donkey can live to be forty years old, and her new person can promise care for as long as Pimmy may need it. Sunny remains here with me. She’s a sweet 22-year-old, small and technically a pony. As a side note, Sunny is also Rosie’s full sister.

During our many years “of three,” I had little reason to use my other trailer, a smaller two-horse Logan. Why switch trailers? Why train the horses to a smaller trailer when the larger one comfortably carried the entire crew? So I let the Logan sit and time slipped away. Its weatherstripping gradually loosened. Tires aged. Dust accumulated.

This week, with only one horse remaining, I started seeing the big three-horse trailer differently. Now, it’s much larger than Sunny needs. I decided it was time to inspect the Logan and assess what’ll be required to put it back into service.

At first, refurbishing the Logan seemed simply a practical matter—replacing seals, checking tires, and making a few minor repairs. But as I stood and looked at my old trailer, something within me began to shift, and it occurred that maybe I was seeing something more.

I felt more aware of changes affecting my small property, and that seemed to influence how I saw. My smaller trailer stopped representing less. Instead, it began representing what fits now.

I almost physically felt changes in my daily life. For the first time in twenty years, I had only one large animal to care for. That meant more time for me to slow down, more opportunities to tackle small waiting tasks, and more room for quiet moments with a book.

All new realities require appropriate attention and time. Sunny has needs—deserves adventures. We’ll always need a horse trailer, but now the smaller Logan is right for carrying Sunny. Besides trail rides and visiting friends, if she ever needs veterinary care, the Logan has a loading ramp, making it easier to transport her. I now see that old trailer as having many useful years left.

I also understood that the Logan trailer isn’t the only thing around here calling for refurbishing. Sure, Logan needs weatherstripping, tires, and an overall inspection. But I’m here, too, and, oops—I need something similar—another version of refurbishing. I must keep in my sight an ongoing need to adjust my perspective on the world. Right now, it’s about my changing world—containing one equine instead of three.

My broadening awareness feels quietly reassuring—reminding me that life does continue. And that we’re capable of adapting and finding ways forward—although our daily lives may be reshaping in ways we’re not ready for.

— Diana