I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped into the barn and found Spirit’s stall empty. My horse had been part of my life since childhood — a steady presence through every milestone. When I asked my husband, Sky, where he was, he casually said he had sold Spirit while I was away visiting family, claiming the horse was old and impractical to keep. He hadn’t even called to tell me. I was stunned, but more than anything, I was hurt by how easily he dismissed something so important to me.
That night, I began calling stables and rescues, desperate to find where Spirit had gone. One lead pointed me in the right direction, but before I could act, I overheard Sky laughing on the phone, bragging about the money he’d made and hinting at plans that didn’t include me. In that moment, I understood the truth — Spirit hadn’t been sold out of necessity, but for convenience and profit. My heartbreak turned into determination. I gathered the paperwork and tracked him to a rescue facility.
