I walked up to the paddock and saw the the most rotund horse I had ever laid eyes on. His thick black tail was dreadlocked, his forelock so long that it covered his eyes. He slumped in the middle of the field with his back to me, one hind leg cocked up, his head low, but his ears swiveled, letting me know that he … Read More Frank the Tank: The Story of A Heart Horse
I said good bye to Levi last night. Only, it wasn’t the soft caress of his cheek as the euthanasia was administered that I had envisioned as a child. He was in Upstate New York, and I was in Lexington, KY, when I got the call. “He’s not doing well. The vet said he’s so volatile that he can barely give him any meds.” … Read More The Thoroughbred: A Torrid Love Affair Part II.