Back to the Farm

“When are we going back to the farm? When can I see Folgers again? Does he miss me? Will he remember me?” Zach went on and on with his endless questions. Part of me wanted him to stop asking so many questions, but I also knew I would miss his questions. 

“Zach, you know when we’ll be back at the farm. We talked about it this morning. By the way your horse waits for you by the gate, I would say he remembers you. And misses you when you are not there.” I tried not to sigh as this was the third time today we had had this exact same conversation.  Zach and I hadn’t been away from the farm for more than a few hours when he first started talking about Folgers. It’s like he had never been away from the farm before. 

What he didn’t know and what I didn’t want to tell him yet, was the farm was about to be sold out from under us. And I didn’t know what we were going to do with Folgers. I knew I couldn’t get rid of him because of Zach’s obvious attachment, but how could I afford to keep him? He was not as cheap as a dog, but meant more to Zach than any other pet we had ever had. If I didn’t come up with something quick, we would lose him forever. And I couldn’t lose another battle with my ex. My life depended on it.