Saturday, 8 November 2008
Letting go . . .
Well, yesterday Itsy went to her new home, not too far away, in the shadow of the Preselis, where she is going to be part of a small herd (4 big with her arrival) and will be much loved by her new people and their two little girls. I got a bit choked when she whinnied a goodbye from the trailer, but I can only feel such a huge relief that she has the sort of forever home I was seeking for her. Many, many thanks to my farrier, John Byrne, who found homes for Fahly as well as Itsy - and such perfect homes I could not have bettered them. I only wish I had listened to my gut instinct back in August before letting her go then, to what turned out to be a totally unsuitable home, and having to bring her back. It took a month before she could eat grass again without it turning her inside out, and a long course of Pink Powder and ad lib hay was called for. Now she is her old self again, cheerful and jaunty and full of life and the photos I had from her new people last night brought tears of happiness from me.
So that's it, the end of a lifetime of horses for me, but I have decided I must look at it from a positive viewpoint - not looking back, but looking forward and realizing I have more freedom and less worry now. So now to start sorting out the sale of tack I no longer need, rubber mats to be cleaned and advertised, electric fencing to be taken down and put for sale too, and some old rugs and bits and bobs to go to Lluest Horse & Pony Trust, as they have more use for them now.