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December 15, 2005
Do I sound Breezy?
For Christmas this year, my dad is taking care of selling my horse for me. This is a big help to me for two reasons. One, selling him would be a big pain in my ass. He has better contacts than I do, and won't stress about every penny like I will. Two, I haven't been able to sell Breezy in the last 10 years, I'm not sure I could make myself do it now. I hate the thought of him going somewhere where he might be neglected or mistreated.
He has to be sold, though, also for two reasons. We're moving back to Texas. I don't know when or where, but I know we're going. And I've grown up.
Earlier this year, he reared up on me, and flipped over backwards. As I fell, all I could think was he was going to land on me and break my back and how the hell was I going to keep up with two kids in a wheelchair? Then I was lying on the ground, hoping he didn't step on me as he scrambled to his feet. Finally, I tried to take stock of all my body parts to see which ones were broken. I was so incredibly lucky to walk away with barely a scratch, and nothing broken.
Breezy has always been spirited. He loves to run. When I was younger and used to ride regularly, we ran full out and we walked, but we rarely did anything in between. He was always calm when we walked, not hyper or twitchy like a lot of Thoroughbreds. He was so well behaved that I would take small children on him. I have a great picture of me cantering him through the yard with nothing more than a halter and a lead rope on.
I'm not a kid anymore. I have an obligation to my kids to not take unnecessary risks with my life and health. I don't have to give up everything, but there's no reason for me to own a horse that has the spunk and attitude Breezy has developed in the last few years of disciplinary neglect. If we were staying, I'd be better off with a horse that's less likely to break my neck. And so I need to sell him because I've grown up.
Posted by me at December 15, 2005 10:00 PM