I crawled into bed last night at 2:30 am. My body wrecked, but my mind alive. I felt like I was twelve years old again. Giddy, I could barely convince myself to fall asleep. Last night, we went to the horse auction. My husband was looking for some tack. I had numbed myself out before even getting there. I didn’t want to hope and be let down again. Walking through the sell barn, I tried not to look too hard, but this one caught my eye. Her low-hanging head, her thin body, her unkept hooves, her shaved mane. I snapped a photo of her. Little did I know that in exactly 1 hour and 47 minutes, she would be mine.
Tears fall as I type out those words.
She isn’t something a “horse person” would look at; most auction horses aren’t. She is something a kill buyer wants.
The bids were flying back and forth. It was so chaotic I could barely keep up. Then I heard SOLD! I didn’t even realize I got her. I asked, Did I get her? Yes, she’s yours. My $1450 bid won. My heart pounded, and my hands and body shook uncontrollably. I went in and paid, walked out, and there she was, standing alone, tied to a pole. Just tied and left.
I ran my hands down her body. I told her she was coming home with me. I untied her and led her to a grassy spot where she and I would wait in the extreme cold for a lil over two hours while my husband drove back up the mountain to get the trailer. I’m sure God must have gotten tired of my thanking Him over and over and over again.
As we stood together, she allowed me to get up close to her and lay against her so that I could feel her body heat and block the cold air in order to try and stay warm. For those two hours, she stood quiet and patient, never attempting to leave my side.
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