CritterCountry
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Sable left on the 17th and I still can't stop thinking of her.
I talk with her new owners almost daily and we are making friends fast. I have been invited to come see her and have a BBQ with her new owners in the summer. They absolutely love her and promise never to sell her and if they do it will be back to me. They want to breed her to a gorgeous dun stud and I hope by the time she has it, I would be able to afford to buy the foal if Sable is not for sale by then. That would be a year and a half away. I hope by then things will have changed, because having one of her babies is the next best thing to having her.
Yesterday was the first day I have been out to the barn since she left. I spent a tear filled 30 minutes tidying everything up and storing all of Sable's things. Taking down her stall sign that I made for her was the worst. I dumped the remainder of the feed I had out for the deer, and bedded down her stall. I don't know why..maybe just habit..or maybe in the back of my mind, I know someday I will have a horse again, but I can't even dream of when and I can't think of it not being Sable.
I stare at her pictures on my bedroom wall so I see her every morning when I get up and every night when I go to sleep.
I miss her lips smushed against my cheek and the resulting licking she did. I miss her whinny when I come out in the morning and every time someone comes up the driveway. I miss her pawing at the gate at feeding time. I miss longing her and jumping her which we both got so much joy out of. I miss her hairy face, beautiful mane and tail and gorgeous dapples in the summer. I miss her "I think I am an arabian" trot and the way she blew like a dragon when she was hyper. The way she would stand, back, pick up her feet and move over, all the things she had never done that I slowly taught her. She learned to trust again after she was beaten in one of her previous homes. I got her over her ear issues, feet issues and head issues. She was terrified from her first home, spoiled by her last owner and freshly weaned from her last foal to come to my house where she got understanding and love but never let away with anything. With patience she overcame all her issues and now she is a beautiful, trustworthy kids pony. It sucks that just when I got her where she should be, she had to go. I can't fathom starting all over with a different pony in a couple of years. I can't imagine it not being Sable, coming home. I feel like an idiot for having all this emotion when people sell horses every day. I can't imagine how it would be if she had died instead of selling her. I think I would be certifiable in that case if selling her hurts this bad.
I just never thought losing her would hurt so much.
I talk with her new owners almost daily and we are making friends fast. I have been invited to come see her and have a BBQ with her new owners in the summer. They absolutely love her and promise never to sell her and if they do it will be back to me. They want to breed her to a gorgeous dun stud and I hope by the time she has it, I would be able to afford to buy the foal if Sable is not for sale by then. That would be a year and a half away. I hope by then things will have changed, because having one of her babies is the next best thing to having her.
Yesterday was the first day I have been out to the barn since she left. I spent a tear filled 30 minutes tidying everything up and storing all of Sable's things. Taking down her stall sign that I made for her was the worst. I dumped the remainder of the feed I had out for the deer, and bedded down her stall. I don't know why..maybe just habit..or maybe in the back of my mind, I know someday I will have a horse again, but I can't even dream of when and I can't think of it not being Sable.
I stare at her pictures on my bedroom wall so I see her every morning when I get up and every night when I go to sleep.
I miss her lips smushed against my cheek and the resulting licking she did. I miss her whinny when I come out in the morning and every time someone comes up the driveway. I miss her pawing at the gate at feeding time. I miss longing her and jumping her which we both got so much joy out of. I miss her hairy face, beautiful mane and tail and gorgeous dapples in the summer. I miss her "I think I am an arabian" trot and the way she blew like a dragon when she was hyper. The way she would stand, back, pick up her feet and move over, all the things she had never done that I slowly taught her. She learned to trust again after she was beaten in one of her previous homes. I got her over her ear issues, feet issues and head issues. She was terrified from her first home, spoiled by her last owner and freshly weaned from her last foal to come to my house where she got understanding and love but never let away with anything. With patience she overcame all her issues and now she is a beautiful, trustworthy kids pony. It sucks that just when I got her where she should be, she had to go. I can't fathom starting all over with a different pony in a couple of years. I can't imagine it not being Sable, coming home. I feel like an idiot for having all this emotion when people sell horses every day. I can't imagine how it would be if she had died instead of selling her. I think I would be certifiable in that case if selling her hurts this bad.
I just never thought losing her would hurt so much.
