Saying Goodbye is Never Easy
Today I said goodbye to a dear friend who had become a beloved part of my family. Ferdinand came to live with me in August of 2019. I adopted him. He was a starvation and abuse case, but had a heart of gold. I'm not sure who rescued whom, but my beautify Tennessee Walker changed my home. My boy just needed a good home filled with love and treats. Initially, he was hesitant to take food from my hand, but ultimately searched that hand for carrots, apples, and, even sometimes, peppermints. Ferdie loved when folks came to visit him. He would come to the fence and whinny, not returning to the barn without attention. A friend's son who had a keen interest in equitation ultimately came a few times a week to train my Ferdinand's Festive Fandango (his official name). I loved watching Ferdie play through his lessons; you could almost see him smile. He improved his jumping skills and even followed some vocal commands. I adored sharing my Ferdie with my granddaughter. I think she lov...