Final Answer

I quickly exited the stall while Patti leisurely closed the door behind us.  No doubt she’d been through enough serious situations with horses that this was just one more to add to this list.  The horse wasn’t hers though.  Gideon wasn’t her friend...

The Day of Reckoning

The day of reckoning finally arrived.  I drove the 20 miles from my house in Madison to the vet clinic off the Gluckstadt exit.  Silent tears streaked my face.  Even with the vision that lingered in the back of my brain, I wasn’t sure what it meant.  Did that...

The Vision

Three days.  Three agonizing, treacherous days.  I was forced to wait until the head vet, Dr. Vice, returned from his trip to get the final word.  Gideon stayed at the clinic where he could be monitored.  What we knew was his leg was broken.  We didn’t know if...

Freedom!

Senior year was demanding. School, sports, and work was ripping me into 3 pieces. I had to fight to keep myself together and find time to see my beloved Gideon.  Luckily I spent part of the year working at a barn just a few miles from where Gid lived.  At least three...

Healing

If you are a first time reader, I suggest backtracking and reading the previous 2 posts. With my heart as heavy as an anvil I drove out to the barn.  I hadn’t ridden Silas in 5 days and I’m supposed to be rehabilitating him from an injury.  Noone else was...

Sandi’s struggle

Sandi did survive.  I believe it was mid-October when the autoimmune disease took over her body, and around March we finally had weaned her off the steroids.  As soon as she was off the steroids she became nearly her old self.  She had a zest for life that had been...

This Week…

To understand this week I have to rewind to this time last year.  My husband Joey was gone on a 4 month trip for work, and Sandi (my dog) and I were left to hold down the fort.  Sandi was 7 years old last year.  She’s a German Shorthair Pointer who lives for a...

From Softball to What?

Horses aside, softball was always my sport.  I had given so much of my life to the school team, but to put it lightly the new coach’s technique didn’t match up with my learning method.  In the middle of the last game during the regional tournament my...

Letters Arrive

The whirlwind of senior year had begun.  I had traded in my softball cleats for pom poms, and when I wasn’t practicing I was studying for my AP classes.  In my “spare time” I rode Gideon and worked for a friend riding her Morgan horses.  My college...

Tour of Kentucky

My dream day at Churchill Downs ended, and the search for the perfect college began.  As we headed down the interstate through Louisville, on our way out of town, we passed the University of Louisville.  I looked down to see trash blowing across an inner-city baseball...
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