I had to give up a beloved animal of mine, once. Well, more than once, but this was a first. I could no longer afford the medical needs of a horse I once owned, and it broke my heart to make the decision. She’d be better off with someone else, someone who could provide for her while I got my head above water once more.
Finding a home for her was near impossible. She was older and had a few medical issues that were easy to deal with but expensive. The main issue was that she didn’t like other horses due to her history, but was fantastic with children. Nobody wanted her, because to most people her only worth was for meat.
But she was a prized member of my family, and I was her only advocate. I had to do something, I couldn’t let the two of us drown. I’d rather the horse have a better life. After months of searching, I found it. A small home for the elderly that had once been a farm. I thought it was ironic when the staff approached me because of my advertisements, that my old horse would become the new mascot of a senior’s home, but I knew within a minute that it was the right place for her.
I dropped her off and she was a hit. A popular lady, well loved by the residents, who would pet her during their walks outside, and would feed her treats after dinner. She was visible from all of their windows, and they would talk back and forth, having lively conversations with her. I made the right choice, and now I can stop in and see her—and along the way, I’ve made some new friends who often like to challenge me to chess… and will never let me win.
Photo by sherbonbon.