Yesterday, in fact. And yesterday, I got off work, giddy with a new idea to help me in training April. Since she's curious and just needs to "monkey see, monkey do," I was going to talk to Nancy about boarding her there and have her share a pasture with Scotch.
I approached her, my cousin Kallie was sitting on a horse getting a lecture, and some elderly woman was there. I think that's the only reason I didn't fly off the handle when she literally said, "I sold Butterscotch today."
I said, "You're kidding." I honestly believed she was kidding. She wasn't. She'd sold him earlier yesterday to someone who had cash on hand. Her excuses? I wasn't around as much lately. That's true, but I was there that day, I'm there when I have any speck of energy. I took care of him. I rode him. I taught him better habits. I taught him to behave. I taught him that even though I was his leader, that I loved him. It wasn't hard to see he liked me back.
Today, my parents talked to her.
Nancy, Mom, Papa
"I tried to call her twice yesterday."
"She's not going to talk to you. As far as she's concerned, you're dead.""Well, she never gave me any money for him."
"She tried, but you wouldn't let her."
She back pedals. "Well we needed the money."
"She still blames you for Princess dying."
"Well, these kids always have to blame someone."
"Well the blame lies somewhere, doesn't it?" <- **** straight, Mom. Folks, if she hadn't been too busy thinking about how funny and cute it was that old girl could escape, she wouldn't have died, and would likely still be alive (and totally retired).
Bull****. I'd of given the bitch my whole first check ($578) as a down payment for him. My boyfriend would have let me, even. When I offered to do payments so I could make him mine sooner, she laughed and said, "Are you joking? Come back to me when you have the money saved." She never even told me how much I had to save.
She also owes me either my English saddle, or the $250 I paid for it. I'm giving her to the end of this month before I call the cops on her for theft. I've been nagging her to give me back my saddle for more than 2 years anyway.
Nancy and I had a verbal deal. She knew I could afford him as soon as Tyler and I got moved. And by afford, I mean buying him. I could afford him otherwise even before moving. But her prices are unnecessary. Anyway, she agreed that she would wait, even after I said it may take me all summer to have the money. She said, "That's fine." And smiled. And. Smiled.
You know what her excuses are? They had cash on hand. I bought April, who mind you, everyone knows I cannot touch right now. I was busy with work and unable to visit every day like I could before my job.
I was still going to pay whatever she asked for. I had plans fitting for both of them. The fact I bought April was none of her concern, whether or not I told her that I did. I've known her since I was 9 years old. I figured maybe, just maybe, she'd have enough respect for me as a compassionate horse lover to not do this to me - y'know, not sell her friend's future horse to a stranger. But she did. You wanna know how I know it was a stranger?
None of the girls at RHR liked to ride him except me. They loved his personality, but he could be mean and scary if you didn't know what you were dealing with.
(call me weird but...) I considered Butterscotch a gift from Princess. They were a little similar. They were both silly, fun, and affectionate. Like her, he had plenty to teach me. We were amazing together, and everyone except Nancy seemed to know that.
I feel so hurt. So betrayed. So let down... I understand the business aspect. They had the cash ON HAND. She does need money, but that's her fault for being a poor manager (considering she embezzles and screws people on their checks). I understand the other side that my friend Cassie pointed out today. But still - who in the hell does that? How can you crush someone so hard? Who sells that one horse they know this young girl is dying for, when you have about 70+ horses wandering out there that are perfectly fine to sell?
I cried all day, and have had to fight tears all morning at work. I am already on the hunt for a (much) cheaper adult horse, but really? I'd rather pay an outrageous 6k than get a different horse for free. That, my friends, is how much I adored Scotch.