Ditto that. I gave away my horses to grand kids and neices when I turned 55.(more years ago than I care to admit). Broken bones heal so slowly, and I do hate to be out in the cold - Arthur acts up so.(Arthur is the worst of those Ritis boys).
I am really looking forward to sunshine, warmth, and green shoots that aren’t under row covers.LOL.
My last horse had to be put down in 2009 due to a freak head injury that never would have healed ... he was 27 and looked/acted at least 10 years younger. His mom made it to 29. The last horse on the place (my niece’s) left summer before last for the Shenandoah Valley and 3 little kids who treat her like a princess. She’s knee deep in grass, doesn’t get ridden, and everybody feeds her carrots and apples .... an earthly form of horse heaven. She’s a sweetie so she deserves it. Anyway, for the first time in 40 years, no horses .... we can actually leave the gates open and nothing bad happens! My dad loves it - he can now drive his golf cart all over the place without having to get out to open/close gates. It’s a simple thing, not to have to deal with gates, but he mentions now and again how wonderful it is. The only way I’d have horses again would be if I won the lotto ... I’d have a broodmare farm combined with a bucking bull and alpaca farm. No stall cleaning - I’d hire help to do all the grunt work I did for years. I’d just walk around with a pocket full of carrots/apples, rub soft noses and pat sleek hides, play with the babies and enjoy. :-)