Just remembering back to before we even purchased Rexy. I remember when I was looking through ads I was particularly interested in clydie x's, not greys, not thoroughbreds.
I remember scrolling through the classifieds site having done a search for horses 16-17hh, scrolling past countless horses that didn't fit my criteria. Then saw Rex's ad. Here's this big grey, thoroughbred, exactly what I wasn't looking for, but something made me click it. I read it, closed it, opened it again, re-read it and took down the number.
I called later that day and spoke to his then owner. She told me that unfortunately, she had somebody coming to see him the next day who had said they were bringing a float so there was a good possibility he was already sold. She said she would give me a call if for some reason it fell through. I hadn't even met him yet and I was pretty devastated.
The next day I missed a call. K left a message saying the other people had not showed up. Rexy was still there and if I was still interested to give her a call back. I called her back as soon as I'd heard the end of the message and arranged to go meet him. The rest as I said in my last post is history.
There was something about that horse, somehow he was meant to be a part of my life.
The hurt hasn't lessened yet, but I am starting to be able to function again. I wish people could understand though that Rex wasn't JUST a horse. No horse is ever JUST a horse, but Rex...there just aren't good enough words for him. I spent christmas day with DH's family and had several people say things like "lost another one hey?" and then proceed to tell me not to get upset when the tears came. I know that no harm was intended, they just truly don't understand. It doesn't stop the "callousness" from cutting to the bone though.
I have spent a little time with the other horses both this evening and yesterday evening, hosing them off after the hot days. I feel disconnected from them at the moment. I function on autopilot when I am out with them and because of that I don't trust myself to actually handle them yet. Baby steps I guess.