So yesterday at work I found out my old horse died this summer!
I gave him away to a family with 6 kids because I couldn't give him the attention he needed. I've had him since I was 8.
Prayed 2 years straight for a horse and along came Rollie... I forgot to specify what size I wanted
He came from an originally abused farm. We think the original owners pulled him by his ears because even after 8 years he never let me touch them. After that, he was abused in his other home. a miniature horse farm. They would bite him and kick him, and he had to be separated. Finally I went to visit and fell in love with him. They gave him to me just before Christmas.
He couldn't be touched really, when I first saw him I was told I was the first person he ever licked-I know, I probably just had sweaty hands, but I don't care...
I had him for over 8 years, he helped me through everything, and was so adorable... 2 summers ago I knew I wasn't being fair to him. I had to work, and even in my free time I just wasn't doing what I should've. So I did the hardest thing I've had to do so far, I gave him away. We were friends with the family, and the kids were crazy about horses. After 2 days of having him, one of the girls was already riding him!! (I'd only sat on him once) I KNOW he was with the best family he could be. yesterday at work I mentioned him to my mom, and she told me she found out he died. She was only told a month ago, but it was over the summer. I started bawling, but had to finish work. Today I went for a bit but couldn't handle it. I had to go home... I still keep crying, wishing I visited him but didn't know if I could handle it before.
Anyway, RIP, to the most incredible horse ever! I miss you :'(