I stood there gormlessly and horrified as I saw Star struggling to give birth to her foal. My grandpa and dad were trying their best to get the foal out but star was getting worse. As Star was heavily breathing quickly, I started to panic at the state of my grandpa's mare. She's not going to make it. I said repetitively in my head. One final tug and the foal was laying on the floor, in a heap of blood and waterish stuff. How am I going to take care of a foster filly?.....