Today I went to New Holland Auction (as usual) and fell in love with this boy. He’s a 9 year old quarter x welsh pony and a push button well broke ride. His owner was kind enough to let me hop on him and ride him down the lane and he was a saint.
This underweight lil man has been left in a field for months but was willing and kind to me in such a scary environment. She told me he had a $500 reserve

The auction itself was a little dramatic. It was me and a kill buyer going back and forth and she sold him to me at 450, after making eye contact with me in the stands, she nodded and her and her husband started to cry.
I went down to go see him and she told me she was just diagnosed with terminal lupus and had to leave next week to be hospitalized for three months. Gave me her number and told me she would take him back if I didn’t like him, but said she knew I would.

And I do! Welcome home, Olaf!

Happy birthday to the best friend someone can have. The one who introduced me to books, to Harry Potter, The Mortal Instruments, The Infernal Devices, Throne of Glass, Game of Thrones/aSoIaF, Outlander. My life would be entirely different if it weren’t for you, and not only because of the books.

I’m so grateful for having you in my life for 21 out of these 25 years. Life wouldn’t make much sense without you keeping it interesting, baby! Hahaha. I love you, athosporthosaramis! I’ll always be here for you.

“We made a deal ages ago. Men, babies, it doesn’t matter. We’re soulmates.”