Ferrari

I wrote this Last December when My beloved horse Ferrari died. Ive had horses for 20 years and have never had a tradgety. With in the last year I have lost 2 of my most beloved horses. Its so strange how that works. Both were freak things, and both were the horses I thought would live forever. My very first horse "Coya" is still alive today. She is 32 years old and living at a riding therapy stable. But yet thease horses, who I thought would live forever died so sudden and so young. I miss them dearly. Here is my journal entry the day after Ferrari was gone...enjoy.

"She was my escape from this crazy life, she was my thearapy. She was my friend.She never took a wrong step. She never put me in any danger. She took care of me when the trails were narrow, and the ground was steep. She greeted me with her laughter, ears perked and nostrils blowing. To see her, was royal. Everyone that met us, said, she was grand! She loved to be scratched on her neck, the little spot under her thin mane. Her legs were a little crooked, but the shoer was fixing it... we had a little ways to go. Nothing made me more satisfied then to see her shining hoofs, from a fresh shoeing. I just had the dentist out for her, he said her teeth looked great. He grinded them down with a big metal file and she didnt even move. What a good girl i thought. She was wonderful. She was a member of my drill team, a true Rodeo horse. She was destined to be a star.. I never pushed her hard, we never even carried a flag yet, I wanted to take it slow...but everyone knew she would do it. Even I. There wasnt anything that horse couldnt do. I took her in the ocean, she had never seen it before. She was scared, and shaking, but once the cool, salty water hit her legs, I felt her mouth melt into my hands and she relaxed and I guided her through the sand and in the water. We ran, like in the movies, we ran and it was like we were flying....She wasnt the most comfortable horse, she was a little ruff, maybe it was those crooked legs, but in the sand she flew, like a seagull scanning the ocean for fish....Liam was practicing on her for his horse shows, she was going to be his next BIG event! He was excited and nervouse, but she had no worries at all. She let him kick her around and pull a little harder then I would, and she was wonderful. The next level of riding skill for him, but that will never be.
When I saw her sick, I knew in my heart this was good bye. I tryed to deny it, I tryed to make it better, but surgery, was just not an option. I didnt have the $10,000 it would take to make her better. She was clammy and cold, her heart was racing and she was trashing in pain. I couldnt help her. I was helpless and scared and for a moment alone. Untill I was surrounded by my closest friends who came to help me with my loss. She stood up for one more time, and walked over to me with her head down and ears drooped to the side, then droped to the ground. Her 1000 pound body hit hard, the dirt was soft and I knelt to her head, and gave the ok. She never moved, I held her face and kissed her nose. She was dirty and muddy. And then she was gone. Her hard breaths had subsitted and she was calm. No more pain, just calmness. I closed her blue eyes but they wouldnt stay shut. I brushed her still body, becasue I didnt want her dirty, I pulled her legs to wrap my self in them, they were still warm. I sat there with her. so small next to her giant body. Those feet could kill me in a second, but they were still, she was gone. We cut her tail and a peice of her mane, we removed her shoes, I took off her halter. The one with all the jewls on it, the one that made her face look so pretty. Then it started to rain. I knew it was her, crying with me too. She didnt want to go. We had too much to do, too much to see. Our adventure wasnt done. I walked away and left her body in the rain. She will be cremated and placed with me when I die...Till we meet again.My dear, sweet, friend. So beautiful and Grand... I miss you. Rest in Peace."