I went in to commiserate with her, and somebody snapped a pic of me sitting holding her head in my lap, stroking her forelock and crooning, "Oh, poor mare! Oh, poor mare!" in a suspect tone.
Ha ha, how cute. Don'tcha just know that feels icky? Imagine putting 1000s of pounds of pressure on tootsies that are smarting a little bit. Like a full day of shopping in high heels or new shoes or something, for me.