So loosing two horses in 6 months just sucks, no matter what.
My Boy was euthanized August 31 last year. It was horrible. But no doubt that it was the right thing to do.
In his last months, I wavered between “I’m never getting another horse again” and “I’m getting the first critter who is nice to me”.
When he was gone, I ached for him. Not only did I miss “him” and all the neat stuff about him, I missed Horse. I missed the barn. I missed grooming. I missed hanging out, training, working with a horse. I missed horse hugs and horse goobers. I missed Horse.
I started looking in the early fall.
I found a couple of prospects. My vet said to walk away. My vet and I have been through so much together. He knows my loss. He knows what I can take. He knows how I am with my horses.
He directed me to a small farm, long time clients of his vet practice. 6-8 horses at a time. They breed, they show, they take really good care of thier horses. They don’t skimp on vet care, or on training. Nice horses.
In early December, I found myself the proud (and very surprised) owner of a 2 year old, unbroken, untrained baby Clydesdale.
Because, as you know, I have nothing better to do with my “free” time.
I am melting with the adorableness. Melting.
Wow, what a beauty!! And I thought the RV was cool. This is way cooler.