To recap: Two summers ago I spent ten days with a friend in Idaho and Wyoming, and one of the highlights of the trip was the time spent with a mule named Sara. She and I just clicked, we were pals, I adored her. Fast forward two years, and due to some pretty unfortunate circumstances, Sara had to be sold. That was heart-wrenching news, and I decided that if it came down to it I'd raise the money to get her to California... she meant that much to me... but that would have been *really* difficult for me to take on another big critter.
And then I sent a letter to some family friends I've known for 20+ years, people who are big time into mules, thinking on a whim they might have connections who might be interested. And in the coolest twist of fate ever, it turned out they themselves had just started looking for a new mule.
Phone calls, planning, photos....
Sara no longer lives 900 miles away. Now she's a half mile away, in a great home with a family of wonderful kind-hearted people. I know she'll do well with them, and she's already good at the things they like to do (mountain trail rides, pack trips). I can't believe how amazingly well things work out sometimes. :-) *sniff*
Did she recognize me? Probably not, but she perked up and looked at me and brayed when I walked in their barn and called her name today. I can't take it too personally though, I had pockets full of treats! It was just so good to see her.