Tuesday, February 18, 2014
I went out to the barn to ride JC. My sister's older mare was ill. I tried to ride JC with the mares (both of my sister's mares are together) in the ring. Buck (JC's mom) had a fit. Mouse (the older mare) was too sick to notice. JC freaked. They tried to take the mares in the aisle and JC would have none of it. I finally got off him.
The vet showed up and Mouse was very ill. I knew there wasn't much hope. Eventually, I just took JC in the ring and schooled him.
Tonight Mouse had to be put down. She had a twist in her small intestine. She was 27. I tried to reach out to my sister as I felt it was the right thing to do. Needless to say, she hasn't responded.
It was weird. I didn't want to go to the barn today. Something told me I should wait until tomorrow, but Kristin, the person that runs it, told me to come today. I stroked Mouse's forehead for a while. My sister and I look alike so I don't know if she knew the difference between the two of us.
I feel awful for the other mare. They have been companions for the last 10 years. Buck had to be sedated when they took Mouse to the clinic.
I don't think my sister will ever contact me. At least I know I did the right thing in my heart reaching out to her. Maybe I did the wrong thing, but my heart tells me I did not. She is the one with the black heart. I am the one that sat beside her mare and petted her.
RIP Mouse (Money's Sweet Promise)
1987 - February 18, 2014