Rowan is on his way home. Walked on the trailer like a pro and never looked back. He has a nice little box stall in the back with his waterbucket and some hay. And a big trailer all to himself. Yep. That huge semi to himself. Because quite frankly I'm the only crazy person who would leave Florida in February. The haulers didn't quite understand this, I guess "this" situation was one of those "you had to be there" to understand why I'm leaving.
I cried after he left. I'm definitely all alone now. When I had him for sale and when people were very interested in him I thought about what it would be like to put him on a trailer and never see him again. I thought about that for a while and realized that it would just be too painful to live without him. And now, after being here, I don't think that I can live without him. For the past 5 months that horse has been my life.
Now here I am. Alone again. Wondering where I'll end up tomorrow, what I'll occupy myself with. Sunny days in Florida don't really make for happy attitudes, at least not at this place.
Tonight is my last night here. It's sad but it's okay because I don't belong here without my pony.
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