We gave our children's pony away. It sounds so awful when stated that way, which it is, but for different reasons. The children are grown and no longer want to ride the pony. They love him, but he was just sitting in the back field, and he seemed lonely.
A friend whom I have not been in touch with for six years, sent me an email and happened to mention that she was looking for a pony for her grandson. This is someone who does not work, has two horses already and takes great care of them. I knew it would be a good home.
Then when it came to actually having him leave, I was in great pain. It felt like all of the sadness of having children grow up and all of the sadness of change and what has happened to us had come together in that one pony.
But I went through with giving him away-and then--He came back. I was delighted. It turns out that his age has crept up on him more than I realized and he has a heart murmur and is going a bit blind. She didn't think he was safe for her grandson. All OK with me. I love having him out there and watching him in the pasture.
