We sold Aggie last night.
We’ve said for a while it was time. She’s getting old, doesn’t obey the littles very well, and the older girls’ riding skills have surpassed Aggie. They need a younger horse.
Liberty told me yesterday afternoon she’d put the last bag of feed in the feed barrel. If we’re going to sell her, it might be a good time, before we have to buy more feed. She listed her for sale.
A couple hours later she rode away in the trailer of a lovely older gentleman. He knows horses. Has others. Spoils them with pecans from his trees. She’ll live out her life, loved by his great grandkids and ridden by his granddaughter, who was looking for a smaller horse. It seems like a good fit.
It was probably the hardest thing I’ve watched my kids endure. Knowing it was time was one thing. Doing it was another. They watched a piece of themselves, their hearts, their childhood drive away.
Hard, hard things.