My baby girl was only a year
old when she passed away suddenly on March 16, 2008 as I held her. She was
a paint/draft/irish sport horse and was full of life. I only owned her for
4 months and unfortunately did not have the chance to spend very much time
with her.
The day that I received the phone call that she was going to die broke my
heart. I rushed out to be with her, though I knew that when I arrived, she
was probably already gone. It was dark, cold and must have been scary for
her to lie there alone, dying. When I did finally arrive, my angel called
out to me and was kicking to get my attention. By this time she was nearly
frozen to death, so I put my blanket over her and hoisted her up enough to
lay underneath her. After an hour, she was breathing better, warming up and
actually responding to my voice. She tried and tried to get up, but she just
couldn't do it. Just before she passed, she looked right in my eyes and gave
one last kick.
When she died, she took a piece of my heart that I will never get back. As
hard as it is, I keep reminding myself that she is now happy and not suffering.
RIP my baby!!! I will love you always and forever.
Wait for me at the Bridge,
my girl. Someday we will be together again and will ride forever!!
Terri
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Sedona 
