I hate selling horses. I admit I’m no good at it. I’m not a salesperson and try to pawn any horse buyers off on my husband.
Last Saturday, he sold my little Palomino mare. I know it was coming as we’ve had lots of interest in her, but it still bothers me to see her pen empty.
I know she is in a good home. In fact, I know the guy who bought her and plans to have his kids use her for 4H. How could I not be happy? She’s going to a good home where she will be used rather than wasted as a pasture ornament.
Still … Knowing she’s in a better place in my head, doesn’t stop the ache in my heart knowing she won’t be at the barn next time I feed. And yet knowing she’s in a place where someone will love her brings a measure of peace.
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