Through The Dirt and Fame (major revisions)

Chapter Thirty-Five

-Nathan's POV-

I ran towards Caitly and Duchess and I kneeled next to her and brang Caitlyn into a hug she was crying.

"It'll all be OK." I said.

The track crew and transportation truck finally made it on the track. The vet got out an examined Duchess' leg.

"We need to euthenize her now!" She says. Caitlyn turns to me, and I nod. She looks back at the vet.

"Do what you have to do." She said.

They bring out the cover and the crowd went crazy.

"We need to take her to the barn so everyone won't freak." A track worker says.

I walk away for a moment letting it all sink in. I place my hands against the rail and I let out a long sigh, I turn and go back to Caitlyn.

"Please go." She said, I shook my head.

"You aren't going to do this alone Caity. I know you'd do the same if it was Emily."

I help load up Duchess, and we take her back to the barn. Nothing like this has happened since Barbaro or Eight Belles...and it had to be Duchess. We carried her inside the barn and settled in.

We walked over to the stables

Her head laid in Caitlyn's lap, tears ran down her face. She hummed has she traced her check bone with her index finger. I leaned up against the wall with worry. She asked not to get near her for the moment, but I probably will have to hold her back as the doctor comes over with the syringe ready to eject the euthanasia.

Not even an hour ago, Duchess and Emily were loaded up in the starting gate with fury in their eyes and ready to run. Right before the wire, Duchess tragically fell and now was to be euthanized. The vet came in with the syringe.

" Ready? " She asked. I stood up ready to hold her back.

" Caitlyn, " she looked up to Pablo, " Just know she is more than a filly, and by doing this won't give her a second chance. " She nodded and stood up and she walked over to I wrapped arms around her.

" It's going to be okay. " I repeated a couple times.

" Nathan, "

" Yes. "

" Don't let me go unless you feel like it's the best thing. "

" Got it. " She gripped my arm tight with her hand. Rosie walks up to her.

" Sorry girl. " She kisses Duchess on the cheek. The vet kneels.

" Here we go. " She takes a deep breath and rubs the place where the shot that would take Duchess's life would be placed.

She starts to cry and scream. " NO!" and many other things. The needle pierces her skin. I yank her around where her face was in his chest and I holds her tight. I rubs her back, and the tears kept from her soaking my shirt.