He’s perfect. Everything I wanted right down to the color. Big mover, fab jumper, huge galloper. When he was born he tried to come out upside down and backwards, and I had to reach in and right him. Did I mention I was 4 months pregnant and puking my guts out at the time?
But I’ve had to accept that due to my physical restrictions (among other things, cervical instability), I can’t ride the big moving, big jumping, big galloping horses anymore. It makes perfect sense to sell him. He’s way too nice of a horse to sit.
So why am I so damn sad? It’s breaking my heart.
Hugs please.