The last horse I bought was 18 years ago. He was 2 weeks old, but I saw his picture when he was 2 days old, and something in his eye in the photo caught my eye and called to me.
He was by an Irish Sport Horse stallion who had been gelded just after my guy’s dam was confirmed in foal (in fact, my guy was the stallion’s final foal and led to me naming him on his IDSHNA papers Final King in gaelic). This now-gelding was sold to California and became a mid- to upper-level eventer (Prelim/Int) there. My colt’s dam was an ex-YR TB eventer, so his eventing roots run deep.
The colt grew up and I started him and began eventing him, taking him to Pre-training (Novice), but when he was 5 I had to sell him for my lack of funds. I had 2 other horses as well- the homebred mare I use as my screen name, and her (also homebred) daughter, the photo I use in the avatar, so C
was really the only saleable one. Luckily, a really lovely girl in the neighbouring town bought him, and I have known/competed with her coach for many years previously and since, so I KNEW he would have a good home, and he did.
A few years passed, and the lovely girl grew up, went to university, and was unable to offer C
the time he needed/deserved. Again, luckily, her coach was in need of a good horse right then, so C
went 2 doors down and became the coach’s eventer. With this coach, C
went through Training and into Prelim, even doing the T-3-day @ Rebecca farm a few years ago.
Another lovely young woman bought C
from the coach and absolutely doted on him, and then C
went to another nice lady who then sadly needed to find him a new home.
Here’s the twist in the story: this most recent home was just around the corner from the coach/previous owner’s home, and when she was told of the need to find C
a new home, she facilitated the purchase 5 weeks ago by his original owner (that’s ME!!!), so I finally, after 13 years, have my wonderful boy
back again to have a little fun with him for a few years until it’s time to retire him. [I forgot to add, to my original telling, that a 2nd twist is: the coach/previous owner also knew I had just lost my Mum unexpectedly, and needed a bit of cheering up]. He won’t leave my ownership again until it’s his time to cross the rainbow bridge, no matter how much ramen I’m going to have to eat. 