Sorry to (briefly. I hope) change the subject, but why did you have to sell him. Deb? Must've been a very difficult thing to do.
Hmmmmm.....well, as is the way of such things, the girl grows up and turns her attention to the....well, not to put too fine a point upon it, to the pleasures of...well...men. And university and parties and hanging out and theatre and films and friends.
Well, I guess they were boys...or young men.
Also, thing is, horses are expensive to maintain, so, on student earnings, this becomes difficult.
I sold him to a weekend farmer, where he got to hang out with cows and such (horses and cows often like each other) on a lovely hills property with lots of space and green grass, and he was ridden on the weekends when the guy was handling stock and such. He looked very happy.
I was stunned when he was so excited to see me...he was miles away, just a little red speck on top of a hill when I saw him...and I used the call I always used for him....and he TORE down to see me, and was absolutely ecstatic...very affectionate. My friends were gobsmacked.