When you ride a horse as long as I have Mr. Big Stuff, you develop a bond. (I'm sure I don't need to tell you guys that.) Even though I'll NEVER feel comfortable climbing on him again, I hated putting him down without giving him a chance because I remember all the good times. He came to me with problems and I was assured that it wasn't anything that I couldn't handle because basically he was an honest horse and not mean. He was a challenge to me and I loved rising to the challenge and using my mind to solve his issues. No matter our disagreements, (sometimes about what direction we'd go...LOL) he always gave 110% on the trail. I learned a lot from him about the need for consistency and being firm and always staying one step ahead of his wily little brain. Once he gave up trying to be the leader with me, he really became a partner --- on his good days. And by the time this happened, those good days far outnumbered the bad ones. Enough so that I felt safe on him.
So now he's going off with someone who may be a little less patient with him than I was. And maybe he needs that. He'll be ok if his brain is all right. He's never been stupid. He'll figure it out and he'll still give 110%. He's off on a new adventure.