I sold him in 2015 because I had zero confidence and he was 9 years old with no training, and I wanted him to have an owner who could train him properly and use him, because I couldn't find any trainers near me that were willing to take on a 9 year old mustang, at least not trainers who did things the way I liked.
And the girl who bought him promised to keep me updated on him but then turned around and sold him without telling me, then ignored me when I asked her how he was, and then blew up on me.
But after this post yesterday, I went through and renewed all my ads looking for him and I got a message from the girl I sold him to's ex boyfriend, and he said he put 30 days riding on him before she changed her mind and sold him and he told me what town the lady lives in and that she raises border collies and yorkies. He's going to try and find her number for me as well, and in the meantime I'm hoping maybe the info I got will help me find her if he can't find her number. At the very least I'd just like to know how he's doing, and that he's alive. The not knowing if he was sent to slaughter or is sitting in a pasture is killing me.
And if I could get him back, that'd be amazing. I would stop at nothing to get him trained and would never let him leave my property again if I got him back.
Okay these two posts made me think of the episodes in Heartland where paint had to be turned out to pasture even though he loved working cows, and then when he had to be put down. Which made me blubber like a baby by the way, both episodes. And it got me thinking about the day that June is too old to ride
I'll turn her out to pasture when she starts getting old and weak, and I'll probably go out and sit with her every day and read to her or something. I'm just hoping she lives to a ripe old age and then dies peacefully in her sleep, and doesn't get so sick, or so lame, or so skinny that I have to put her down.
And ugh, I hate thinking about the fact that one day I'll ride her and it'll be our last ride.
She'll probably be a brat for it haha, she wouldn't have it any other way
Unfortunatley my riding instructors decided the best thing would be to euthanize him. I remember my mom picked me up from school and said that Teddy was really sick and was probably going to die. We went and visited him and then he was out to sleep about 3 days later. 
I don't have a picture of him, but he was black with a white blaze and a white coronet on his right front leg.
