I had a dream about my beloved VTA last night. I dreamt that he colicked during the time of all the snow and died. Whether this is true or not, I have no idea. It was a dream after all.
When CP was laid off and another job not looking like it was in sight last winter, we asked our BM at the time to please find him a good home. Nothing in our lives was going right. So she did. It hurt, but it was the right thing to do. A couple short weeks later, our rental was foreclosed on and we had to move.
Then this past June, when life was much better for us, I stumbled across the VTA on Craigslist. I called, I was all excited, I set up a payment plan as she wanted a ton of money for my un-broke Arab. I set up a time to go see him. And she stood me up. And then I never heard from her again. I even had a trainer friend call about him, but she never returned the trainer’s calls either. (Btw, I stole these pics of him off her CL ad- mine are from when he was growing, all giraffe-necked and gangly.)
I have Casey now who I love, but some days I miss my VTA. If anyone ever comes across him, I’d love to know how he is. If he’s ever for sale again, CP and I would love to buy him back some day.
I love you Tazzers.