One day last summer, out of the blue, I get a facebook message from the little girl (now not so little) and she informed me that Molly was doing great. She said that Molly had retired a few years ago and was spending the rest of her days out in a large pasture with a few other senior horses. I was tickeled pink that Molly was did so well with the young girl and that they loved her just as much as I did. All was good and I was happy.
About a week later I got another message from the girl and my heart sank when I read it. They had written that Molly did not come up for her breakfast so they went looking for her. They said they found her under her favorite tree in the pasture, and that she had passed away. They had the vet come out and look for possible causes and the vet came back with nothing. They said that it looked like she laid down and went to sleep forever.
As heartbroken as I was, and still am. I am glad that she lived the rest of her days as a spoiled event horse and that she died peacefully of old age. It took a few months before it all actually hit me and I cried about it. (I've never been the kind of person to cry right away when something sad happens) I was going through an old box in storage and I saw Molly's old stall sign and realized that it is the last thing that I still own of hers. That realization is what finally made me ball my eyes out.
She had taught me so much and if I could spend one more day with her to show her how much I've changed, I'd be happy for the rest of my life.
RIP Molly, you deserve to rest with the horsey angels.