Flibble
Well-Known Member
So Drifter was my Dream Horse the sort of horse I always dreamed of owning and never dared. Finally when the time came and I had the money for the dreamboy I went out and bought him.
Unfortunatly for me and him I was a good 20 years too late I ended up with a lovely horse who was too big, too young and too extrovert.
The lad has now been at a friends yard on sales livery since early April. I caved in after my yard move and although its been expensive as we wanted to give him time to settle and Dave time to understand who he was selling. He has been out jumping everything they pointed him at. I had not done loads of jumping, which I knew he loved, as I was very wary of spoiling his natural enthusiasm and talent.
He had a few people who were looking for horses who decided he wasnt quite what they wanted too fine apparently and finally a week ago as I packed my bags for a weeks holiday I got the phone call saying come on its time you got him advertised. So a week ago Friday when I should have been in bed I was wacking an advert online on 3 different sites.
The Horse and Hound site crashed on me 5 times I dont know what I was doing in my panic to ensure he was in H&H for Thursday so I ended up posting nearly the worst advert I have ever seen. I wasnt alone in being caught out as I see another advert in Thursdays edition had asterisks in both price and contact number.
In the meantime Dave took him Hunter Trialling last Sunday and came 3rd in the pairs and flew the open with only one knockdown. God I wish it was me!!! Apparently there are some super photos.
He has been tried, sold and vetted all in a week and was collected before I came back from holiday. I knew I would be relieved once the split was final but I was shocked at how much I cried when I got the phone call to say he had passed and was being collected.
I cried for him because I felt guilty that after 18+ months of fussing over him I just cleared out and because I hadnt been right for him and couldnt cope with the selling process.
I cried for me because I was devastated that I wasnt the one for such a super good-looking horse.
I am in a weird place right now. I dont want another horse yet but I still dream of beautiful horses.
I am devastated that my little girl dream, deep in my heart, of owning the sort of horse I used to see others on and envy is now smashed on the floor like a fine broken piece of china.
So here I am drifting in no mans land its easy to think how rich I will be no more livery bills no more farriers and vets, wet feet,sore bum. But something is missing and I dont know where or what it is.
Unfortunatly for me and him I was a good 20 years too late I ended up with a lovely horse who was too big, too young and too extrovert.
The lad has now been at a friends yard on sales livery since early April. I caved in after my yard move and although its been expensive as we wanted to give him time to settle and Dave time to understand who he was selling. He has been out jumping everything they pointed him at. I had not done loads of jumping, which I knew he loved, as I was very wary of spoiling his natural enthusiasm and talent.
He had a few people who were looking for horses who decided he wasnt quite what they wanted too fine apparently and finally a week ago as I packed my bags for a weeks holiday I got the phone call saying come on its time you got him advertised. So a week ago Friday when I should have been in bed I was wacking an advert online on 3 different sites.
The Horse and Hound site crashed on me 5 times I dont know what I was doing in my panic to ensure he was in H&H for Thursday so I ended up posting nearly the worst advert I have ever seen. I wasnt alone in being caught out as I see another advert in Thursdays edition had asterisks in both price and contact number.
In the meantime Dave took him Hunter Trialling last Sunday and came 3rd in the pairs and flew the open with only one knockdown. God I wish it was me!!! Apparently there are some super photos.
He has been tried, sold and vetted all in a week and was collected before I came back from holiday. I knew I would be relieved once the split was final but I was shocked at how much I cried when I got the phone call to say he had passed and was being collected.
I cried for him because I felt guilty that after 18+ months of fussing over him I just cleared out and because I hadnt been right for him and couldnt cope with the selling process.
I cried for me because I was devastated that I wasnt the one for such a super good-looking horse.
I am in a weird place right now. I dont want another horse yet but I still dream of beautiful horses.
I am devastated that my little girl dream, deep in my heart, of owning the sort of horse I used to see others on and envy is now smashed on the floor like a fine broken piece of china.
So here I am drifting in no mans land its easy to think how rich I will be no more livery bills no more farriers and vets, wet feet,sore bum. But something is missing and I dont know where or what it is.