Last Sunday was hard. One of the hardest of our lives. We woke up with plans. Gabby was getting ready for a day of riding with her friends. The phone rang. Life changed.
We rushed to the barn. An injury that warranted a trip to Corvallis. We loaded up Mister Splash and headed to OSU. Hours of waiting. Waiting and hoping and praying. The surgeon arrived.
Confusion. Terms I didn’t understand. Then the truth. The one that would shake me up. Damage beyond repair. My daughter was strong. Brave. Showing that she is a true-blooded horse woman.
We opted for last-minute hope. Left for the 2-hour trip home. Hoping against all hope that we hadn’t just said our last good-bye. The phone rang. Life changed.
Our family made the final decision. To let go. Heart-wrenching grief and shock. A dream wiped away by a freak accident.
We went through minute by minute. My daughter again stronger than I. I wept for the decision made. I wept for the broken heart of my daughter. I wept because I just couldn’t pray hard enough to make a difference. I wept because it was easier than screaming profanities into the sky.
The husband and I made a trip back to Corvallis to get the trailer. Check exchanged for a lock of his tail and shoes. I just stood there and cried. How did it come to your life in a baggie? We headed home with empty trailer and bleeding hearts.
The week was rough. We didn’t bother messing with school or healthy eating. The husband had to leave for a conference. My sister came over to keep me company. Friday we returned to the barn. I cried and laughed and tried to ignore the spot…where our friend left to say good-bye.
It’s only been a week. I still have moments where the thought that he’s gone overwhelm and I suck in my breath. My daughter has lost some of her spark although I catch glimpses of return. I miss the barn … I miss him.
Mister Splash was the perfect horse. A dream come true. It will be awhile before he can be replaced. For now … we are thankful for the whole 2 months and 2 days we were able to love him.
Good-bye my friend. You will be missed.