I was eight years old. Every moment of my life was filled with wishes of horses. Every road trip, my face would be squished to the window looking at horses in pastures saying "Lucky saps, they've got horses."
Until one faithful day. We had been looking for a bombproof horse for me to compete in playdays with. We finally found one.
Wisper (no 'h') came into my life like a train with no brakes. I spent every living moment with her in those first 2 years. I would set my alarm and check on her every night at 2:00am. I rode her every single day, in rain, sleet, snow, or hail. I competed with her at playdays and won an array of trophies, ribbons, halters, and belt buckles.
But time marches on, poeple change. I soon became wrapped up in social life, FFA (showing hogs), and breeding dogs. I no longer had time to ride my horse, and I felt it ws better to sell her then have her lonely most of the time.
So I put her up for sale. An aquaintence from school had a horse and showed intrest in mine. So they came and looked at her, seemed to fall in love, and bought her. They went on vacation two weeks after the purchase.
They came back, and what do they find? Wisper, in their pasture. Her leg was ron up and bleeding, the only thing holding it on was cartlidge. (Sorry for the detail, but hey). She was euthanized that day, no attempt being made to saver her. Sure, she was probobly too far gone, and I don't blame them, but I wish I couldve said goodbye. Then again, would I really want to see my horse like that?
Well gentle readers, I apologize for ranting, but ye be warned: You never know what you have, until it's gone. I have since moved on, and now have Mini and Shetland boys. I plan to keep them until the day I die.
But I've always wondered. Was Wisper's death just a freak accident, or was it intentional by the people who bought her or someone in their neighborhood? Regardless, I forgive anyone who might have been responsible and I pray for all those who have lost a horse.
Wisper, I love you.