I used to have a horse off the track, way back in the day. She was awesome! For some reason I don’t seem drawn to animals who are nice and sweet, they are always a little bitchy and mean from time to time. She loved carrots, apples, and corn on the cob. How ever she hated horse trailers, I think she thought I was taking her to a race so she would always fight it like crazy. It got to the point I would have to knock her out a little to take her anywhere. Five years ago on thanksgiving I got a call from the stable saying she was lying in her stall and refused to get up to eat. Animals that graze have stomachs that are designed to constantly have food in them. Horses should always want to eat and it is a very bad sign if they don’t. I rushed out there, crying the whole way. I called the vet, but since it was a holiday it took her forever to show up. My horse had coliced (her colon had twisted). The vet told me the to undo it she would need to go into surgery immediately, the only place to have it done was in corvallis, since she was old it was likely that she wouldn’t survive the surgery, and even if she did it would be likely to twist again. The vet tried giving her some anesthetic to see if she could get the horses muscles to relaxes enough to untwist on there own. Then she left to go get ready for her thanksgiving diner. For the next three hours I sat in the stall with my horses head in my lap, she shut her eyes and I stroked her face. It was oblivious that the drugs were making her feel better, and she started to relax. I nuzzled my face against her. This may sound funny, but I like the way horses smell (cats too). After a while she started to thrash around, the pain was coming back. I called the vet again and again she made the trip out. There was nothing she could do to fix the problem. We lead Light out of the barn and into a grassy area. I held her on to her as the vet gave her the first injection. After a moment the vet her a push which brought Light to the ground. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she started gasping for air. “its just a reflex” the vet told me “she dosent know what’s going on by now”. I sat down and held her head again as the vet gave her the second injection to stop her heart.
I know that some of you probable don’t think its right to keep horses. But I think it’s just about the same as having a dog. They are social animals and bond with those around them. Every time I walked into the barn Light gave a little neigh. When I turned her out to pasture she followed me around. I loved her very much, and I believe that she loved me too.
The racing industry ruins many horses. To get them racing as early as possible they start their training before there are done growing, damaging their joints. Many horses develop arthritis by the time they are five. I have heard of cases were the owners of race horses take out large insurance policies and when the horses start to loss the electrocute them to get their money.
My horse was a dissented of French race horses. Her name was in French, but translated it meant Light from above. If any one here knows how to translate it back to French I would love to know, so maybe I can research her past. I didn’t win the power ball, so it will have to wait, but on day I hope to be able to have the land to help some more horses who need a home…. I would name it after Light.