I replied with a "Yes. Who is this?" Response was, "Your Vet".
Dressage and Elvis didn't along. The young horse had been trained to be slow not forward. Poor Elvis had become sore from being asked to go forward and he flat out wasn't happy. The Vet had been called due to his being sore and had recommended either time off or another "job" for Elvis. As a result his family was considering all the options for Elvis, including finding him a new home.
When I'd first spotted Elvis in the cross ties I had walked straight up to him and put my arms around his neck in a hug. This isn't something I usually do when I first meet a horse and to this day I can't explain what prompted me to take such action. While I hugged him I felt him sigh and relax. I found myself immediately in love.
We discussed Elvis's future with his owner. I could see how much they loved him. I could also tell how unsure they were about us. Initially the conversation with a bit cumbersome, feeling like an interview. But after a short period the walls came down and we were speaking to each other as friends.
The conversation ended with them telling us they weren't sure what they were going to do with Elvis and would get back to us. But the young Appaloosa had impacted this family; he was all we talked about on the way home.
A week passed and I received an email from Elvis's owner. The decision had been made, Elvis would be given time off in hopes he'd be able to return to Dressage. We were disappointed. As the days, weeks and months passed Elvis's name still came up in conversation at home.
But I still had no sound horse to ride and found myself missing my barn pals and the world I loved. I recall looking out the bedroom window late one January night. It was a cold, clear starry night. Suddenly a shooting star streaked across the crystal sky. I made a wish that someday I'd have a horse like the one I'd met in September 2012.