We made the hour-long drive without incident, although about halfway there I confessed to my husband that I felt like I was abandoning my children or something. I'd packed the boys' feed, blankets, treats, Cash's meds, and had a full-page sheet of history and instructions for each of them. Me? Obsessive anal horse owner? Nah!
We pulled in, unloaded, and fed the boys dinner in their new pasture, in hopes of keeping them from doing anything that would annoy Saga's fetlock (for example, running around the pasture like lunatics). That only sort of worked... there was one short burst of speed, and then Saga settled for a showy trot:
Cash was really not so impressed with Saga's antics.
Next, they had to sniff all the poop...
... meet the new neighbors...
... do a quick check to see if I had any treats on me...
... and then do some more neighborly gossip while sampling the local flora.
Here's the rest of their pasture... all 11 acres. That's hubby standing by the gate. Nice, isn't it?
We unloaded all the boys' feed, went over the instructions (including detailed medical history), and then said a final farewell and told the boys to stay out of trouble. I haven't heard from the BO yet, so I'm going to assume that all is well.
I know they're in a wonderful place, and that this is the right decision for them - especially Saga, who is still young at heart, even if his fetlock is all but destroyed. Having so much room to roam will be good for them both, and I know the BO has a watchful eye on them.
Sniff. I'm gonna miss them. Regular visits are no substitute for having them right out the back door, you know?