She's been at the barn three afternoons this week to help me wrap Izzy's leg. He's been good, but I know it's because he had such a friendly and supportive handler. As I took off the old wrap, she would tell me how he was doing with the pressure of me picking at the wound. On her word, I would give him a break or pause and pat him.
As I unwrapped the wound, we chatted while Izzy stood very patiently. He hardly moved at all. KG gave him a big pat on the neck and called him a good solider. It seemed to be quite an appropriate nickname given all that he has gone through. And sadly, what still lies ahead will require a solid heart and nerves of steel. Soldier. She tried the name out a few times and liked it. I do too.