This was my first horse, Farah. She was a sweet, spunky little registered Peruvian Paso. Unfortunately, I only had one really good riding year with her because she tore her suspensory ligament in her leg one rainy, slippery night.
When I bought her, she was a parade horse, and so she had the most gorgeous black, blinged out saddle that I had ever seen. I had kept it for a long time after I had put her down. I finally decided that her saddle was taking up too much space at home, so I decided to put it on the consignment saddle list at the farm supply store I was working for at the time.
A few weeks went by and I didn't get any offers. Then, one night while I was working there, a mom and her daughter came in. This girl was in love with my saddle, but she was embarrassed to make me an offer just in case it wasn't enough. I was thrilled that a young girl, who was roughly the same age that I was when I rode with that saddle, was interested in it.
Her mom stopped in a few more times into the store, and every time, she would always ask to make sure that no one had put any offers on it. She told me that her daughter was working an extra paper route shift in order to save up for it. I was impressed! This girl knew what she wanted.
At that point, I told her mom to let her know that I would give her first dibs on my saddle. The girl was in the store the next night to look at it. A few weeks later, she came back to me with an offer, and of course, I told her that I would take it. She worked so hard to earn it and she loves horses. I had prayed that my saddle would go to a young lady who would appreciate it just as much as I did.
I was in the store the other day to purchase some stuff, and my former coworker informed me that the young lady had come in this past summer looking for me. She wanted to thank me for selling her the saddle. She also brought in a picture of her riding in the Canada day parade with that saddle on her horse. I am so thrilled that she did that. What a complete circle story.
