Selling Oliver.

Tommorrow, our horse, Oliver, will be moving to a new home. Because of my accident and my daughter's busy schedule, we are selling him to people who will have more time for him. I don't do well with things such at this. It bothers me because I fall in love with our animals and they become people to me. I know it is the correct thing to do. It is selfish to keep such a sweet, friendly creature and not give him the activity he needs to feel loved. I cannot ride for at least a year because of my ACL repair. Horses are either good or bad, no inbetween. Oliver has been great. Never one time have I had to go out into the pasture to get him. He always has come to us. He has never kicked us or been a mean horse. No he isn't perfect. He can be tempermental if not ridden in awhile, wanting his way not the riders way. Oliver was one of our passages taken through my daughter's childhood into her teen years. It was a sweet time of learning the beauty in these big animals that hold so much heart and strength. My daughter gained confidence as she learned to care for him. Many may feel it has been a waste of time and money, but I disagree. We won't forget finding him. Loading him for the first time in the trailer. Putting him on good green pasture and watching him gain weight and develope strong muscles. I won't forget the first time my daughter rode him. The smile, the giggles and the inexperience. It is a rite of childhood that we can remember for the rest of our lives. I will cry tommorrow. I will struggle to let him go. It will give me pain to drive by the pasture and not see him anymore. It isn't about me though. It is about loving this creature enough to let him go to greener pastures where he can be ridden until the sweat forms a foam around his legs and neck. He was made for companionship and we must let him go to be the great animal God created him to be. We love you Oliver and will never forget our time together.