Kasane knew when Isis had passed. All of the horses had come running up to the front of the pastures and watched her. I had felt Isis pass the torch to Kasane over the summer. It’s hard to describe what that is like, sensing your older mare watch you and be less affectionate and then have the youngster suddenly demand attention.
Once Isis passed, Kasane started calling to me when I went out to the barn. She yells at me now if I don’t come to see her and she hears my voice. She comes running up to the pasture to meet me. “You’re mine now,” she says, “and the center of the universe is here, where you should be. Worship me.”
She knows how to heal this girl’s heart.
