About 4 years ago I had to sell my baby. I got her when she was only a yearling and trained her myself for fifteen years. Maggie was an incredible show jumper/dressage morgan that I even took to college with me. Due to a bad farrier, she foundered and had to be retired. Her care really became more than I could afford at the time. Maggie's new home became Florida and the sandy flat soil was just the thing to help her recover. You would never have believed she ever rotated to look at her feet. I don't think she would have recovered as well had she stayed in central Georgia. Fortunately, I was offered a new job a year later about an hour from the lady her bought her. This woman has been incredibly generous and would let me come over anytime I wanted to ride her without even having to ask. We were all eager to see what kind of baby she would produce. I was looking forward to my "grandhorse".
Unfortunately my girl Maggie didn't become pregnant in all the time this lady had her. So much for her retiring as a broodmare. Today was a gorgeous central Florida day (sunny, dry, 79 degrees out) so I drove up to visit Maggie. You can only imagine my disappointment to find out then that Maggie has a new owner. The lady was very sympathetic to me and apologized for not telling me sooner. She then asked if I would still ride her other morgans. She has a few beautiful sport morgans that look gorgeous when ridden dressage. Since her children are all gone and she is getting old, she needs someone to work with them. I was happy to take on the task, and kept good spirits about the entire thing.
But deep down I am very sad. It's hard to let an old friend go. I am hoping the new owner will call me and ask if I would like to drop by and visit her. I don't even care if I never ride her again. I just wish I could drop by and at least give her a carrot and a hug now and then. On the flip side, she is now being stabled only 20 minutes from home so it would be a lot easier to drive over. I suppose there are many of you out there who have been in my shoes at some point in life.
Today I told myself that when one door closes another opens. If it is meant to be, than who am I to question fate? After all, it was one heck of a coincidence that we ended up so close together these last few years. I'm now working on a green dressage prospect named Daisy who is a doll to ride. I can't wait to see how she will turn out after some consistent work. She is a solid black 5 year old Morgan, about 15.2 hands tall. It feels good to be a trainer again. On the way home tonight I smiled and felt proud that I raised my Maggie to be such a good horse that even at 18 she is still turning heads and impressing folks around her.
So here is a small tribute to our time together. Enjoy!