The third lady to look at Buddy fell in love. The fourth lady said to call her if the third lady doesn't take him because she fell in love, too, but couldn't make a decision before the third lady was coming for him.
Yes, Buddy left yesterday for a week's trial. The potential new owner is a kind, tender-hearted adult beginner with a good, hand-holding instructor. I hope this is a good match, but if it's not, there will be another horse for her and another good home for Buddy.
I'm absolutely exhausted from showing him this week (the economy must be improving because suddenly the phone is ringing). But I've blogged about that on Lifepundit so it's out of my system.
What I want to tell my horse friends about is saying "goodbye" to Buddy. (And though I miss him, I do hope it really is goodbye.) The night before they were to pick him up I took a quartered pear out into the darkness of the pasture. Buddy nickered at me and the only thing I could make out in the night was his blaze, coming towards me.
The other two horses kept eating their hay. But for Buddy, people are more interesting. He was the only one to visit me.
So I fed him the whole pear. Then I gave him a good scratching all over. I held my hands up and scratched, and he maneuvered the itchy places around under my scratching fingers.
I would go on, but it would sound silly. You know how it went. We spent time together, and I feel like I've said goodbye.
What a dear horse. I've never had one that was so engaging.
When Lily sunbathes in the pasture, he stands guard. The last time she did it she had to come in because he kept licking her toes (yes, we have two salt blocks -- white and brown).
He goes wherever we are, even if we don't have treats.
Thank you, Buddy. We've been blessed to know you. Now be a good boy where you are on trial, and bless that nice woman with your sweet, doggy self. You stay put, you hear? She'll spoil you worse than we did.