WELL: Tonight, is not so quiet on the old farm, my Rocky Pony has gone to live with a new family, I kind of figured that I could not properly afford two of my beloved horses. Just have to make hard choices, though it was not so hard to have him go, to the home of my beloved Shiek. Shiek was my very special Arabian that lived out his years with a great family. Shiek left us a year or so ago. Now Rocky will have a loving family with plenty of younger people to pamper him. And more than that get him finished and riding those trails. Give my Special Rocky a job, and a heart to fill with his wonderment. So Jazz is not as happy with his new found solitary life. But I told him I would have to try to fill the gap. Though I can not live in the stall next to him, nor brave the cold in the winter. I will do my very best. Jazz is calling for Rocky and it is sad, however I am steadfast in my decision to make sure Rocky has that forever home. At least I have done all I can do. Mostly I want him to get trained beyond green. And what a great trail pony he will be. Seems while he was in their trailer awaiting to leave. The granddaughter, stood there with him. He instantly fell for this girl, I think it was love at first sight. He nuzzled her and prodded her. And the lady said when they got to their home. Rocky did not want to back out of the trailer for the lady. So the granddaughter took over and this kid simply, got him to back out for her. I think horses can connect and just maybe he did, I have shed a few tears, while out in the barn, seeing an empty stall. On the flip side it is great to know he will have all the attention he deserves. And a twenty acre pasture, with a few other horses to romp with. I have came full circle and fully realized that at 65 this fall. If I live ten more years Rocky would have been green broke at not 8 like his is now. He would be 18yrs and horses that are not trained and seniors have a harder time getting that forever home. The circle has closed around my heart and I released my selfish hold. Knowing so well that we can not ever see the future. With the passing for my good friend Ginny Timberlake, a short while ago. I woke up to understand my duty to my Rocky Mountain High. I love him and had to let him go, so he could reach his full potential. More so it always broke my heart to take the other trained horse out for a trail ride and Rocky would scream, (I want to go sounds, now maybe he will get that chance)... Happy Trails my Rocky Pony. Happy Trails until we meet again.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 02:25:57 +0000
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