BJ went to a new home yesterday, with a new owner who promises to love and spoil him. It's for the best, but it's hard on the rest of us. Me, because I've been his primary decision maker in terms of vet and farrier care over the last seven years; and Royal, who's lived with BJ all that time. Apparently last night, he was very distressed without having BJ in his paddock, and wouldn't calm down until another horse was put in with him. He'll move on Saturday, but it'll be a confusing few days for him.
I kept thinking of a line from Black Beauty: "We don't get to choose the people in our lives. For us, it's all chance." We've tried to be Squire Gorden's to all our horse, using a kind hand instead of a harsh one, and making sure all their needs are met. Hopefully, BJ has found his Squire Gorden or Jerry or Joe, and I think he has.
Still, I'm going to miss the little guy.