"I'm sorry but we couldn't have done anything about it The infection got the best." So the vet on a gloomy Sunday morning.
Wild freedom was gone.
The vet continue to talk to my mother about burial options. I sat down and cried. I let the tears flow freely not caring what anyone thought about me. The horse that I tried to save had died. What was this. Was this God trying to tell me that I shouldn't be by horses? I just cried and cried until Mom told me it was time to go home. I had cried every last tear possible.
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Saddle Up Again
Teen FictionKayla Myers is an aspiring equestrian and a 17 year old eventer. She has lots of potential along with her Welsh x Thoroughbred mare and wants to go all the way to the top, just like everyone else at Oak Valley Equestrian Center. But, when things tur...
