18 years ago, I sold my childhood pony to a wonderful family in Connecticut–in order to buy my next horse (I was quickly outgrowing her–even prayed her legs would grow.)
It was probably the first “adult decision” I had to make, and it was a hard one.
I made a list of all the things I wanted my mom to tell her new owners. The most important being that if for any reason they were to need to find her a new home, I wanted the first option to buy her back.
Well 18 years later my pony has come back to me.
It’s a fairytale ending.
I am grateful and my heart is full.