I wish I knew the exact date of this photo. But my life, at that point, was a blur. Cash was very sick with dementia. I found myself in a barn - my own barn - surrounded by angry horses and what I knew in my gut was the wrong staff. I had learned of a woman and her herd of "Healing Horses." I loaded up Cashlyn and headed to Maryland to meet them. What I remember most vividly is lying on a table, Cashlyn beside me on her own table, in a pasture. I heard horses' hooves. When I lifted my head to