But the last year I had her, she turned into something amazing. She became a beautiful strawberry roan. She was starting to warm up to me, and I decided it was time to break her. She would willingly let me catch her now, her big sweet eyes had a light, her ears were always forward. I bought her a new pink halter, I still keep it hanging in my room. I trailered her to the vet's one day for a coggin's test. At the gas station, everyone stared at her, asked if she was for sale, complemented on how cute she was, asked if she was going to be a barrel racer. She was my pride and enjoy.
Then, one afternoon, I was going to work her in round pen, but I decided against. I was walking to open a gate, when I felt a muzzle on my shoulder and sniff my hair. I turned around to see Rose. That was the first time she voluntarily came up to me on her own. I patted her neck and ran my hand down her body as she walked past me to the other horses. Then It Happened.
My paint gelding kicked out playfully to my appaloosa, but his two hind feet planted into Rose's side instead, stunning her. She laid down, and wouldn't get up. I screamed and ran to her, dialing the number to my house. Soon, me friend's and family were there. Rose was sweating, her face was cold. We quickly loaded her in the trailer and rushed her to the vet. We unloaded her and the vet gave her pain medicine, and she lay there on the grass, her whole body cold. He said he was sorry, she had a busted artery, from the ribs that broke. There was nothing we could do. She died there that night, I left with an empty trailer, and pink halter in my lap, which should have been on her head, and she should have been in the trailer. But she wasn't.
I lost her June 2009.