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Posted 5 years ago ( 2020/04/16 02:40:30 )
Hmm think it might have been when I was a small kid.. it is a slightly bittersweet memory though just to be warning.
But when I was a kid my fosterparents mare had a foal, unfortunately there were unseen complications and she died during the night, so the little stallion would have to get bottlefed, but would also need an adoptive mother, which my riding school luckily could help with. So we spendt late spring- start summer bottlefeeding him, he got named Blanco. Thanks to the bottlefeeding the foal grew up to follow us around on the ield and was a very loveable boy. I think I might have been 8 back then...
( I from I was 10 til 15 didnt get to see him as I at that time lived at my biological family untill I was 12 where I got on an orphanage, during all tis time I was not allowed to see my former fosterparents )
Years later I got the opportunity to see him again some slightly chilly spring, where he seems to have recgonized me as he whinnied an galloped over the field to meet me and kept nudging my head and sniffing my jacket. I would have loved to keep him or buy him but was unable to and I've not seen him since and dont know what his destiny became as he got new owners ( fosterparents sold him when they had to move ) and hence dont know either if he should have sired any foals himself.