Sand came to me from an auction
in my town. At first I just overlooked her and didn't care. But then I looked
back at her and she melted me with those Dark Eyes of hers. I brought her
home with me that same day.
She was wild. Never being touched by human hands aside of having a branding
iron put to her. It took months for me to be able to touch the side of her
face as I was feeding her. One week before I lost my Sand, I was in her paddock.
My youngest son in my arms. I walked to her. She ran to a corner. I turned
my back to her. She walked up. I walked away. We continued this for about
30 minutes. Finally I felt this warm breath on the back of my neck...it brought
tears to my eyes.
On July 12th my dear Sand came down with WNV. Two days later she was sent
over that rainbow bridge to play and romp. I was able to say my goodbyes
to her before, but it did not help me with the guilt of not being able to
help her. I miss her desparately. She was also in foal, so her foal went
with her as well.
Sand...I miss you, my baby
girl.
Laura Grasteit
