She's the one who kept a horse alive that should have been put down, because 'she couldn't stand to live without him'. Horse had a stroke and was paralyzed on his left side. Couldn't stand up, and could barely eat or drink.
That poor thing was reduced to a rack of bones with hair stretched over it, and she continually refused to put him down. She was only thinking of herself, and not his pain and suffering.
The vet told her he wasn't coming back unless it was to end the horse's life, since it was cruel to keep him alive. Her husband finally found his cojones and told her the horse needed to be let go.
After several months of making that horse suffer because of her own selfishness, she was 'too sensitive' to stay with him during his final moments.
It's been well over 30 years and I can still see that poor creature; emaciated, ill, with sores on his side from lying down all that time.
One good thing came out of all that horror. I promised mine I'd never make them suffer for me, and I'd let them go when they told me it was time. I kept that promise when my heart horse started having seizures, and fell and broke his pelvis. I let him go that same day.
Bentley didn't deserve to suffer all those years ago. He adored her and she repaid him with pain, and a long drawn out illness. May God forgive her, because I've never been able to.