Megan (trainer/friend) fell off of Lola yesterday after a terrible bucking attack. She hurt herself pretty bad; broke three vertebrae in her back, torn her lung, and sustained questionable spleen damage. She'll recover though, thank God.
Well, now, Momma is convinced that Lola is a wild, dangerous animal. So, she's going to sell her at an auction, the same hellish place where I saved her. Now, I'm going to start yelling.
LOLA'S NOT DANGEROUS! SHE WOULD NEVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS WITHOUT A GOOD REASON!
My horse is as good as dead! My pet, my best friend, taken without a chance to say good bye!
I spent hours with that horse! Every minute I could I was out there, grooming her, talking walks, spending time...
And guess what my mom saids next: "You can have another horse." I DON'T WANT ANOTHER HORSE, DAMMIT! I WANT THE HORSE I RESCUED! THE HORSE I TOLD EVERYTHING TO! THE ONLY ANIMAL I'VE EVER REALLY LOVED!
THAT HORSE TAUGHT ME EVERYTHING! THAT HORSE MEANT THE WORLD TO ME!
And now she's gone.