I know. I think of it all, but then I sit back and think.
"What if this happened for a reason? What if I was meant to get him back for someone up here?"
And then I cry because life isn't fair.
But, this way, if I do sell him, I WILL know he is going to a good home and won't be put into a pasture with shoes that are too small and left to rot. With this, I will be able to put my mind at ease.
I just have to trust that everything will be alright. I don't know what else I can do. It makes me sick to think about it and all the work. But I have to remember, it was not in vain. Justice was served and a family of criminals had to answer for their crimes. Maybe it prevented it from happening again. I know I learned alot from the whole experience and I will remember it forever.