I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit down in the dumps this past week or so. The new puppy was a bright spot for sure, but now she’s sick and I’m worried and mopey about it this morning. A friend also has really sad news about their animal, and all in all I just want animals to stop getting sick or trying to kill themselves in a variety of unusual and expensive ways. Is that too much to ask?
Probably, but that’s not what this post is supposed to be about.
This post is about me getting the news that my heart horse, Elvis, is going to be retired. I sold him to a friend in 2008, and then he got sold again to a nice lady in 2010ish. She’s enjoyed him for years and I’ve kept tabs on him over email, but she recently contacted my friend that I originally sold him to and said Elvis was lame and needed to be retired. My friends are letting him back to their farm, and he will get to live out the rest of his days on 110 acres.
He’s 20, it’s not unreasonable… but it has me really sad. I don’t know why.
This horse gave me so much. He had his faults too, but most of them were me trying to make a show hunter out of a backyard Quarter Horse… all things considered, he did a phenomenal job.
He carried me safely through two seasons of fox hunting when I was a kid. He went to college with me and patiently dealt with practicing no stirrups and equitation. He want to countless open shows where he would jump fences, stand for halter, do a zillion rail classes… all while god knows what was going on around him.
This was a horse that I could load up by myself, would stand at the trailer all day, and show without a trainer or parent present. Did I mention I was a teenager at the time? He is good as gold.
He’s earned his retirement 150%, but I’m still really sad about it.