It's raining in Seattle. Shocker, I know.
I went with Ophie's mom to visit Ophie at their new barn. I haven't been there since October when they moved. Ophie looks amazing and was a very good girl for her momma.(I took a picture, but forgot to ask if I can put it on the interwebz for the world to see. Can I?)
When we first got there Ophie's mom pointed out a horse and whispered that he was being put down tomorrow. Reason: EPM. I felt HORRIBLE. All I could think about was that EPM is treatable, that there are people out there that have been through EPM and that the horses have made it. It reminded me of what I went through with Denali in November and those feelings leading up to putting her down.
It sucks. Many of you know those feelings (some of you all too recently.) I am grateful that I didn't need to go through the grieving process.
After watching Ophie's mom ride we went to put her away. I walked up to the boy and said hi. The poor boy. He was so neurological, his hind end went everywhere. I would do the same thing. OM said he can't lay down anymore because he can't get back up.
Worst part:? (Not that it can get much worse.)
He's a little girls horse. She was there when we first got there and I just felt so bad for her. It makes me want to hug my girl extra tight and count all my lucky stars. I got lucky, I got so VERY, VERY lucky.
In other news, tomorrow night I'm doing another crazy secret thing. You can save the laughing up, because I'm not sure what I thing of what I'm doing and at times I giggle too.