Join Date: Feb 2011
Location: Soon to be South Carolina
• Horses: 0
I gave him the usual pat on the shoulder and the scratch on the forehead, nothing more. I knew if I lingered, I'd break my false calm. I'd lose it, crying to them, "Take the money! Just let me keep my baby!"
I love him far too much to hinder his well-being though. He deserves so much more than what I can selfishly provide. I'm just going to miss him. I still cannot believe I watched that trailer pull away without a struggle. I cried a few tears and went to work. Cleaned my stall out, took what little was left of my other belongings and sent them aside. I even took the stall card out. I looked it over a while. It read "Horse owner: Reann Phillips".
Not anymore. I'm still looking at the card, the ink is now running from my tears.
I'm typing and I can barely see the keyboard.
My heart is literally breaking. I don't want to feel this new found pain. It aches, almost burns.
Why didn't I feel like this when I sold my first horse? Does this pain mean I choose wrong? I don't know, I fear I've made a terrible mistake.
I'm going to check up on Apollo and his new family in a few days. I dare not call them, I probably wouldn't be able to speak.
Someone, tell me I'm dreaming. Wake me up, shake me from this nightmare.
Life's shining moments, however big or small, will always out weigh our darkest hour.