Cowgirl, you just opened my eyes. After my husband died, I bought a horse. It wasn't my first horse, but it was the first horse since my teens back in the dark ages. And I believe that horse spared me from falling apart even more than what I felt after my loss. That and poultry. I had started dabbling with poultry with my husband but after he died, that blossomed into nearly a full-time operation with nearly 500 hens at its peak. Now that I think about it, when my physical limitations kicked in and I could no longer bend over to collect eggs much less pour bags of feed into the trough is likely what triggered my confusions.

That's a huge help cowgirl! Oh and congratulations :)