It was late in February when the old horse Sage got sick,
she was walking around when her friend Rebel wanted to play he
went up
and started nipping her and she kicked at him but when she did
that she
got a terrible pain in her stomach when she came down she fell to
the
ground and could not get up she laid there for several hours. Clouds
covered the sky and it began to rain it was a cold rain. The pain in
her stomached would not go away and she started to get really
cold.
Rebel stood with her the whole time. Soon her owners came to feed them
and saw that she was in trouble but Rebel would not let them near
he was
protecting her from anything because he knew she was in pain and
could
not protect herself. Soon
after they got Rebel away they tried to get
her on her feet but she was to old and to weak she almost got up
but she
slipped in the mud and didn't want to try any more she just gave
up.
Her owner
stayed with her while her mother ran to call the
vet she didn't have any blankets so she took all her saddle pads
and
covered her up with them so she could start to warm up a little
bit. By
the time her mother got back the vet was there and was checking
her out
when he pronounced that she had colic and that she had a chance to
live
as long as we can get her to a barn with a padded stall, a trailer
with
a winch to pick her up and put her in the trailer he said it would
cost
a lot of money to do all of this and it wouldn't be fair to Sage o
have
to suffer any more. Her
owners understood and made the choice to put
her to sleep because they
didn't want her to have to suffer any more.
The vet took out his bag of medical supplies and took out the
injection
and gave it to her when Rebel saw this he reared and came over to
Sage
and nuzzled her as she fell into a deep sleep that she would never
wake
from.
Her owners
buried her in the field were she laid so that she
could always be near Rebel.
Rebel was so depressed that he stayed by
her grave for three days hoping that she would come back, he
wouldn't
let anyone touch him he would run away from his owners every time
that
they would try and touch him.
when he finally realized that she wasn't
coming back he ran to his owners and laid his head in his owners
arms
and moped.
Two weeks
latter Rebels owners brought him a friend named
Rosie that he just absolutely adored. He was happy from then on but he
always sleeps by sages grave as if he is protecting her.
By Amy Knabe
Bedouin Treasure
by
Star McGill
History personified, of the desert,
Diamonds amongst shimmering sands,
War horses of the past, loyalty unrivaled,
Their hearts offered to us,
Awesome beauty in the fine chiseled head,
Sculpted jowls tapering to a tiny velvet muzzle,
Flaring nostrils inhale the world and give it back,
Ears inward tipped, ever listening,
Large eyes aflame, brow arched in inquisition,
Possessors of character none others attain,
Ready to race in an instant,
To float above the earth
on powerful legs,
Tails proud above a level back,
Bowed neck a flowing mane its crown,
Grace, fire, kindness, intelligence,
In one glorious creature entwined.
Here is a link to some stories by Bob C. Griffith a gifted writer and lover of the Arabian Horse.
http://www.arabiandreams.net/arabian_dreams_panache.htm
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