thank you all, i have had a copious amount of red wine but still the tears come
she was my soulmate. she had so much hope invested in her and she was generous, kind, cunning but so so safe, i never felt threatened by her, despite her size and strength, she never used it against me. i have rose and molly but she was the one.
i can't square the brave mare with her ears pricked standing at the vets, full of life, with the test results saying useless, hopeless. I begged them for just a sliver of hope and they could give me none. it seemed sacrilegeous to kill a horse who looked so well, so full of life apart from a very gammy leg and a useless prognosis
she was only 10. her whole bloody life ahead of her. i just see her ears, her eager little face.
the sad thing is the injury was probably a kick, and the one who probably did it was her adopted son leo. no how sick is that.