08-16-2009, 05:50 PM
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Ugh, absolutely and I hated every minute of it - and even to this day, I think about them. I had to sell 3 horses in total. 2 I think about everyday, 1 I let go of really easily.
She was a 14.3hh Morab, absolute doll. At the time, I was allowing a young girl use her for 4H and Western Lessons at the barn I was boarding at, and one day her Mom offered me a deal on her, and I knew how that little girl loved her so much. She had a good home the moment they laid eyes on her. They were meant to be and I was just standing in their way.
My first beloved was a Weanling given to my by a friend who bred APHA's. Very beautiful paints, loud colored paints too. This fellow came out in January, and came out a solid bay - with a hernia....so he was given to me me because he would not of made the farm any money in compareson to what they made on their loud paints.
He was with me for 4 years. He was my best bud. We were inseperable. Until the day came when I had to go to College/University. My parents wouldn't keep him on the farm, and I couldn't afford to care for him while I was away - so I sadly had to sell him.
He screamed bloody murder when he was being hauled away. He was banging and knocking the trailer so hard, you could see it rocking side to side as they were driving away, and you could hear him scream even when they were out of sight. My dad had to hold me up as I screamed and bawled my eyes out because I would of fallen to the ground.
Gosh, I am crying as I type this. I miss him so much.
The 2nd was a beautiful TB gelding that I bought as a 5 year old. I adored him to bits, but I had to sell him because of my move here to the states. The first place he went was a disaster and a big mistake and I was taken complete advantage of, and he was completely neglected. I appologize to him everytime I think about him...I regret ever putting him through what he had to endure. I was helpless being in MI while he was back in B.C - but the people you want to trust betray you, what can you do?
He's in a good place now where he is being used at a therapudic riding center. His new owner babies him and pampers him like he deserves - but the stuff he had to go through before he got to her..just breaks my heart and puts me into a low.
I cry over him allot too. I still have his special saddle pad that has his name sewn into it, and his leather halter with his brass name plate on it. I hold onto them, hug them and cry. I dig my face into the pad and smell him. I cannot say sorry enough to him for what he had to go through - if I could re-do it, I'd of just left him with my parents until I could afford to of had him hauled to me instead of trying to sell him.
He's in a good place now, but I cannot stop beating myself up for what he had to go through. I blame myself.
Gosh, now I cannot stop crying.
I don't understand how people can buy and sell horses so easily. My heart goes into each and every animal in my life, they are with me "dill death do us part". I couldn't do it, I couldn't sell again.
I swore to Nelson that he is with me for life. That guy has gone through allot himself being bought and sold like he is "property" when he is a living creature.
I have no respect for horse dealers.