Pinto/Blaze/Randy has ridden off into the sunset.
He came into our life in 2011. We saw him for sale online at a neighborhood where a couple of our friends live. We drove out and loved him instantly. Then we brought him home, and Biscuit was over the moon. He quickly named him Pinto.
|In 2011, Pinto fit like a glove.|
In late 2012, Pinto got a new name. He was to be called Blaze because of the light tan blaze on his forehead. Even though Biscuit's legs were getting a little long for him, we knew there was too much love there to even mention the possibility of him going away.
|In late 2012, Biscuit was getting a little too big for |
Blaze, but was still way too emotionally attached.
In 2013, we broached the subject of the horse, now called Randy, finding a new home. Biscuit knew he was getting too big for Randy, but even so, he didn't remember a time when Randy wasn't waiting for him in the living room.
|And in late 2013, we broached the subject with |
Biscuit. He knew it was only a matter of time.
Flash forward to November 2014. At Biscuit's birthday party, someone mentioned the horse, and Biscuit said, "Yeah, I'm too big for him now, so I guess we'll have to give him to another kid who can ride him."
That was the first time Biscuit had seemed okay with letting go of Randy. Jeff and I exchanged a look, and we knew it was time.
While Biscuit and I were at my parents' house last weekend, Jeff took Pinto/Blaze/Randy to a local thrift store.
Jeff said he worried about it as he dropped off Randy, but he knew it was time.
After Griffin was tucked into bed tonight, Jeff and I were standing in the kitchen.
"Do you know that he hasn't even mentioned Randy?" I said to Jeff.
"Oh, really?" Jeff said. And I think he was relieved.
As Biscuit gets older, I'm slowly but surely getting my living room back. And as much as I enjoy seeing a little more of the floor every time we move or get rid of something else, it's just another sign of how fast Biscuit is growing up.