While I was at my horse show, my dad and the vet rushed Maggie to the "horse hospital" I kept calling my dads cellphone in between all my classes but i never got through. It wasn't until after the show that i heard the terrible news... she had broke the part of her leg, which could have been fixed, but since it was her cannon bone, and alot of tendons are in that area, it would have been a very difficult and very,very,very expensive (around $8000) operation and the chances of her not fully recovering were very great. My dad decided right then and there that it wasn't fair for her to have to be tyed up all her life just so that she wouldn't re-injure herself and it also wasn't fair for her to have to suffer that much. So he had her put down. I wish no one made me go to the stupid show, i am so mad at myself. I didn't even get to say good bye, and she was in so much pain. she was probably so scared. I don't think i should own another horse, i am still totally blaming myself for what happened, there must have been something i could have done to prevent this. I still remember last night, before we brought all the horses in for the night, I was watching Maggie and her horse friend, Oreo, playing in the field. They were racing around bucking from one end of their field to another. They were having so much fun together her and Oreo had always been inseprable. and to think, she'll never again see Oreo, run in her field, eat from her hay rack, stand in the crossties while i brush her beautiful golden coat.I had high hopes for her, and she only lived to be 3. Just yesterday i wrote an english paper about her, i have always been so proud of my golden girl, i don't think i'll ever get over this, i never thought something so horrible could happen to her.
It took me an hour to write this post, because i can't stop crying. But i felt it was important for pet talk to know what happened