I cannot believe she is gone. Spyder gal.
Not-quite-two, she was a sweet, rambunctious, independent Lipizzaner filly who wouldn't stay by her mom's side.
Even when she was barely three months old, she would wander off on her own little side-trips, and was curious about everything that was on the other side of the fence.
Two(?) nights ago, she jumped a fence, possibly to explore whatever was on the other side...but it wasn't a clean jump. One of her beautiful strong but slender legs apparently didn't clear the top. No one saw it happen, but she must have caught a hoof on the top, and flipped over the fence. She broke her back.
Spyder was the young filly my daughter and I helped bring into this world, not quite two years ago.
It was the first live foal birthing either of us had attended, and when she didn't begin to nurse within the usual time frame, we had to work our butts off to get her through the first 48 hours safely.
My daughter handles this kind of loss far better than many. Having been around animals most of her life, she has seen the life/death scenario played out many times. She accepts that this is part and parcel of being a breeder/trainer.
But it's still a huge heartache.
RIP, little Spyder. I shall never ever forget you.
[This message has been edited by Midnitesun (01-09-2006 06:24 PM).]