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| Peter and I |
This weekend was not so fun for me. I posted a little blurb on my horse blog, but I think that even though it’s horse related, it’s important enough to post up here.
Saturday evening, I found out that my favourite horse, the one that I’ve known and loved for at least eight years. The one that I took to school, the one that I’ve been riding since he was two years old, has been sold. And no one bothered to tell me. He’s been sold for three months (at least) and no one told me. Probably wouldn’t have told me for longer, if I hadn’t of asked about him.
I was (and still am) heartbroken. I spent most of Saturday night crying, Sunday was spent in a kind of shock. I occupied myself with cleaning and homework so I would be distracted. I was just in disbelief that no one told me.
I thought that I was friends with the actual owner, I’ve known her for a long time, and she knows how I feel about this horse. Granted, I haven’t been up there, and I haven’t talked to her in awhile, and he wasn’t technically my horse, but still, common courtesy? All those years of helping out, working, showing, riding, have to mean something. But I guess not. This shows how much other people really care about someone, by how the handle the little (and not so little) things.
I’m now trying to track down who he got sold too. I want to be able to contact them and say if you ever sell him, talk to me first. I want him. I’ve always wanted him. I would have bought him. Technically, I should have just taken him, as payment for all the work I did. Trade of services, for pony. Hindsight is always 20-20, I was just naive about some things.
Stupid, young, trusting me. Should have known better. Right now, I’m still super sad, but verging more on the pissed side of life.
