Today's photo. Phoebe in the daylight. A rare sight during the week.
I had to go to the barn to take Phoebe some grain. Took my laptop and worked for a couple of hours. It was lovely. Except...
A mare named Cherokee colicked and had to be put down. She was fine that morning, by 3pm, dead.
I saw the vet there when I drove in. Which is pretty serious. You don't call the vet lightly. And she'd just been that weekend for the semi-annual clinic (vaccinations.) I didn't think it was that serious though until I put down my laptop amd started talking to the barn owner, who'd just come up from where they put her down.
Losing a horse is hard. I've lost three. They live to be 35 or so, so you have a long time to get used to having them around. You know it's coming sometime, but you never get used to it.
Cherokee was a friendly, gentle girl. Still sound at 32 years old.. Her owner rode all the time. Her owner was crying in her empty stall after. It made me cry. Absolutely heartbreaking. As I drove out, I could see Cherokee, covered by a tarp in the field.
Hug your horses. And your loved ones. Rest in peace sweet Cherokee.