Queenie

We lost a foal. Our first experience at the loss of a young equine life.

It came on fast. The infection was too much. We fought while she fought, until she said no more. Teddy knickered and licked her lips. Momma agreeded too.

The boys and I sat with her while the vet ran the fluids into her IV.

We wept.

All of us.

Together.

The harsh reality of living in a sin fallen world.

We brought her home in the trailer next to mom.

We opened the doors and parked in the pasture and left the two of them together to say goodbye.

6 hrs later Teddy appeared across the creek ready to join the herd again.

I don’t know how horses Grieve. Only God knows that.

I walked down to open the gate and let her out. She walked past me. Turned around and stopped by me. I scratched her. Her loving kindness I figure it was her way of saying thank you and allowing me to process my grief and guilt of losing her precious babe.

I’m sorry Teddy. I tried.

She trotted off to meet her friends.

Let it go mama. God holds this.