When I met you, Zorra, I
had already known you since the day of the ultrasound. Your mom (Krystal)
was 17 days pregnant with you. Each day you were getting bigger. I was online
looking at pictures of how big you were at the different stages of your little
life, even before you were born.
We lived in the foothills
of the Cascade Mountains in Washington state. I kept your mother at a stable
with an indoor arena so I could ride. One day in late summer, there was a
beautiful Andalusian stallion visiting. He was your sire. Your mom is Quarter
Horse, that made you an Azteca. The national horse of Mexico.
When you were finally foaled, I felt as if I had you a year already.
So fine and soft. I would say "helloooo" to you inside the womb. The first
night your were born, I stayed up all night just to watch you and your mom.
I took the first month of your life off from work to spend with you.
I would have been worthless at work. A beautiful little filly to play with.
Watching you grow into a great young horse.
We moved to southwest Arizona. You and mom were trailered with eight other
horses. Six of them got off the truck in Phoenix, you thought they forgot
to let you out. You had a rough ride the last hour and a half. I got there
a week later, I told you I would. You had almost four months in the sunshine.
I knew you liked it. I was going to start riding you the next
week.
I moved into my own place.
I planned to move them home this week. I went to feed before work on Tuesday,
April 8th, and Zorra had died during the night. They thought it was an aneurysm.
There were no signs of discomfort or struggle. She went quickly and did not
suffer.
She was 3 1/2 years old, too short of a life with me. She looked like her
mom, had the shiny black mane and tail of her sire, was a deep, dark bay.
Four white socks and white star, stripe and nose. Very flashy. I can see
you running and kicking your heels up, playing with the other horses, at
the rainbow bridge.
Her registered name was, Suena
de la Zorra, which in Spanish means, Dream of the Fox. She was due on
my old horse, Foxy's, birthday. Bye, my sweet baby, you will always
be with me.
Katy
Zorra 
