Today, a girl at our barn had a very serious accident. The ambulance was scaring the horses so a friend of mine & I went to lead the horses up from the ring; they were so tense and afraid of the blinking lights the riders couldn't stop them easily. As we led the horses up, she said to me, "Two horrible things in one week." I asked her what she meant, and she explained that yesterday, Freddie had a heartattack. She was there, and she explained that he'd been dripping wet. It was hot out so they'd thought he'd just gotten a bath. But, after asking around why he wasn't dried yet, they were told he'd been in his stall all day. He was actually swetting. He went down and was gagging and wretching. They had the vet come and put him down. =[
He only lived six years but he touched so many hearts. Everyone that road him fell in love. He was a perfect gentlemen while you groomed him. I remember one girl had a serious fall involving Freddie, and the second she felt better she was begging to get back on him.
We'll all miss him so much. :'(
