Moose

Horseback riding has been a huge part of my life for some time now, but thanks to life, crappy people, and insufficient funds, it no longer is. After a while it become a unanimous decision to sell Will. We went out yesterday to drop off food for him, and to take some pictures that we can send along to C.A.N.T.E.R. in hopes that they will buy him back. I really wasn’t affected with the thought of selling him, until I finally downloaded the pictures onto my computer. I regret not riding him every chance I got and I regret not being able to be around him more. I’ve had him for about two years, and he is still no further than when I bought him. Once again that feeling of failure threatens to come knocking at my door, but I have to remember everything that happened. It was as though all the signs were pointing in this direction over all these years, and I was just too blind to see it.