Like Waves

Sep 05, 2014 14:35

Most of the time now it is still. It is so calm the water barely ripples. On occasion there is a splash, a wave, it crests and beats the shore for a brief moment, like after I loaded Kitt yesterday, having finished my lesson on her. I looked back in the truck's mirror and saw the slats on the side of the trailer where Zetahra's forelock would often get caught in the wind and flutter along outside as I drove down the road. I am not going to see that again. This morning going over the papers with Chatham there were occasional ripples, little moments where I would feel my throat catch slightly, my chest tighten, or the emotion rise. I don't think it was outwardly obvious, but the movements were there. I felt them.

Tuesday we received the condolence card from the veterinary hospital, which caused me to tear up a bit reading the sweet note from the young vet who assisted on Zetahra's case. Just now I wrote back in response to the e-mail with Z's paperwork and that was pretty emotional too.

I do believe that I would like to write a case report. My first thought is submitting it to EQUUS (hands down favorite horse magazine), though Chatham mentioned the AAEP journal (American Association of Equine Practitioners), which could also be a possibility. Heart failure wasn't even on my radar until I followed her symptoms through one of my books. It was crushing. It was, essentially, a death sentence. You don't really come back from heart failure. You don't do heart transplants on horses. Anyway, it is the thought that I am having. It is something I would like to pursue. I would like to get more information out there for the lay horse owner and I would like to continue to digest and process this as feels right and this idea feels right.

horses, zetahra

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