So a month and a half or so went by. Maybe a little longer. I had grown attached to him. He gave me a reason to leave the house. To fight the depression. To work through the pain. To walk a few steps further. He gave me a reason to keep on going. And his presence helped stave off the panic attacks.
So I got this call. "He's going to be sold to some charro rodeo guy if you don't buy him today."
Was it true? I don't know. I did know that when I found him he was slowly starving to death. I knew horses died there. I knew the vets called it "horse hell" and that AC was out there constantly. I knew that he had done so much for me... I couldn't leave him there. I also knew that it was dumb buying a horse and living off disability, but I knew that he would be better off with me than with them. Who needs movies and a buncha shoes and restaurants all the time anyway? Horses filled that piece of my soul that had been hungry for so long. And he was my Sol-Sol.
So I bought him. And all kinds of sketchy things were going down at that place. Alleged horse thefts and threats of shooting and all kinds of scary high drama crap. I needed him out of there. ExtremeCowgirl recommended a place. Pricey, but she said I'd have peace of mind there, that he'd be safe and well looked after.
I had the vet come check him out. Had his horrible teeth floated. Crazy hooks and ramps. Had his vaccinations. Dealt with a lot of trailering drama until a boarder took pity and moved us from hell to heaven, or pretty close to it. From a 9 by 9 stall to a 90 acre pasture. And there he got strong and healthy and flourished, mostly. I took him as far as I could on my own, but I needed help, and along came ddranch, who has done such wonderful things for Sol and I. He's gonna get us both in shape, I tell you what!



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