Mustang Saga

I had a bad dream last night. Tonka had been sold to slaughter. It was horrible. I was trying to find the guy who'd bought him, so I could buy him back. You know how real dream emotions are. I woke up and was SO relieved to realize none of it was true, but then fell asleep back into the same dream. Ugh. I think it comes from the fact that I was worrying about my first horse, Willow, before I went to bed. Her new owners want to "get rid of her" and now they're not calling me back. I really hope they are just busy. I can't imagine they'd just send her to auction, when they know I'll buy her back if I have to. But I can't help but worry.