Saturday I went to see Foster as planned, with not a little trepidation and all the options for him flipping through my head like a possessed rolodex. With me were 2 folks from my barn, who might have an interest in leasing him somehow but also were there as emotional support when the inevitable tears came.
And they did, though thankfully they were happy tears. Foster is hairy and fat, but happy, at ease, and still knows how to smile. I got to see him walk, trot, and canter on the lunge line briefly before hopping aboard for the first time in years. Despite not being quite as round and dressage-pony-esque, he was exactly the same. I was so tempted to drop the reins and canter around forever- but first, my friends had to experience the magic.
It didn’t take long before they convinced me to bring him home. Foster is as charming as he ever was, just as happy to trot around the arena as he is to be a couch and take a nap in the sun while we chatted. And they felt confident that between them, a lease situation could be worked out.
What we landed on: he would have a free lease situation, and my costs would be his monthly supplements (some Smartpak supplements so he can be enrolled in ColicCare) and any vet costs. So I contacted all the requisite people, and told them the news that Foster had a home and because of the gorgeous weather (60* in February, yes please!) I’d be picking him up in the morning.
My heart swelled as he hopped on the trailer with nary a thought, and the ride home was quiet as I’m sure he pondered what would happen next. When he stepped off the trailer at the farm, Jack was there staring down the situation- I’m sure he knows that’s “his” trailer, and to see another creature come off it was perplexing. Of course I immediately let them meet, and there was a mutual curiosity that lasted just long enough for me to snap a couple pics.
And so he’s home. He’s going to be the first face to greet barn visitors, just as he was before I retired him. I can’t wait for him to meet all the folks who have not yet had the opportunity to fall in love with him, and appreciate his kind eye and Fabio forelock. More updates to come as we begin this new part of Foster’s story. And a new chapter in mine- as I go just as suddenly from one horse to two horse family, and get to relish in seeing my old partner close by again.
This is why we do this sport right? It’s not really the thrill of XC or the accomplishment of a great Dressage test… it’s because we’re all still those 12 yr old girls that love these creatures.
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I have happy goosebumps all over. This is so wonderful!
This is SO AMAZING. What a dream. I am so happy for you 🙂
Yeah! Perfect post!
Hell yeah! Having him home has to be the best feeling ever.
YAYAYYAYAYYA! could NOT ask for a better outcome!
AWWWWWWWW! So happy you are reunited!
This is wonderful! I am so glad that they were able to work out a situation for him and for you, and that you get to see your boy on a regular basis ❤
This makes me so, so happy for the both of you!!!
So happy it all worked out!! Happy day for everyone.
Ahhh, such wonderful news! I’m so glad you were able to work out something this amazing for everyone! ❤
So happy for you!!!!!
This brings tears to my eyes. I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!
So glad for this positive outcome for you!
❤ what a great solution!
Yay that’s so happy ❤️
OMG I love this so much. So glad things are all falling into place.
Wonderful! He is so cute…<3