In many ways the decision to find O a new home was an easy choice. The mare had made it clear as crystal that she was not into what I was. We were breaking up. It is logically best for everyone. She gets a great new life where she doesn’t have to be so stressed about her work, and I get to pursue jumping again.
If I think too hard about the fact that she will be leaving, then it starts to hurt. So instead I feel like my mind is just sort of halfway on. Aloof in some ways I guess? Yet the idea that I will be saying goodbye to my little bay partner is heart aching.
I know that’s the role we play as riders. It’s our job to make sure they are happy too. Life’s too short to be unhappy and as much as I adore her, neither of us is happy doing what we are doing anymore. I had reached out to some local people, as well as tentatively posted online.
Sure enough, O had a few nice candidates lined up within the week. And now, faster than I imagined, someone has met her, loved her, and vetted her. She got a great bill of health, and before I knew it…I was horseless.
My brain still feels scrambled about everything and how fast things happened. But what I do know is that O was very interested in her new owner (aka begging for loves and treats),that these people seem wonderful and that they treat their horses like family. I couldn’t ask for any more for my special little bay. But still I’m not looking forward to when my heart catches up with my head and I realize how much I miss her.