Nevada Esperanza


13 years old

1993 - December 1, 2006

I got my mare Nevada last February. At first I thought she was a filly, but it turned out she was actually thirteen. Since it was winter, we left her in our pasture till spring came. When all the snow had finally melted, my mom and I began training her. Obviously she had never been touched before because she lived out in the Nevada plains her entire life.

To begin training her, we got her used to being petted with a six foot bamboo pole. We used it to even get the winter coat off her back. We than built a chute with logs. When she went inside, my mom would stand in there with her and wait for her to come to her. Of course she never did because she was so stubborn. Finally she let us touch her weeks later.

Every day we would touch her and she slowly became accustomed to human hands. A few months later, I helped my mom build a smaller chute where only one horse could stand in. We were able to groom her, bathe her and finally put a halter on her. But she still was really slow at getting used to these things.

That's when in August, we got another mustang, a gelding. She was really bossy to him. That's when we realized she had to have been a lead mare. She always stole his food and kicked him. She did the same thing when we got another mustang mare. But she was even tougher on her. She left patches of hair missing on our other mare. Nevada seemed to be impossible to train! I knew we'd never get anywhere with her. She was just too violent and didn't want to listen.

Sadly, on November 30, she was lying down all day. When I got home from school, she was still laying in the exact same stop she'd been that morning. My mom said she tried to get her up but she just wouldn't move. I knew something was wrong. We knew it wasn't colic. When my little sister went to give her a treat, her hand was covered in blood. I was on a forum, and someone said it may have been an ulcer. To this day I'm still not sure what it was. So I'll stick with the fact it was an ulcer.

That awful night, my mom decided to give her a tranquilizer. We hoped it would act like a lethal injection, and of course the next morning it did. It seemed as if the world was crying for her because it turned out to be a snow day. Snow and freezing rain almost made her body stick to the ground. We waited eagerly for the dead livestock guy to come pick her up. He couldn't get his truck in our back pasture so, my mom, my sister's boyfriend and his friend and I, all helped drag her body out of there with all our strength.

Nevada may have been mean, she kicked and was untrainable, but she was still my horse.

R.I.P. Nevada. You've crossed Rainbow Bridge now. May your soul run free forever again like in the wild. My candle is shining for you and it will never go out. I love you and miss you, girl. When I hear thunder, I know it will be you running with the mustangs. Tail and mane wind-blown, hides gleaming in the setting of the sun. Because to tame a wild heart, is to free your soul and fly...

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