Post by Carcinals Pride on Jul 16, 2007 0:32:55 GMT -5
Hello, I am Carcinal, or Wolf, or my name, Missy. This story starts of innocent enough until I tell you of my sad story and of the most prized posseision I could ever have.
My grandparents own a 400 acre famr and about 36 horses, every singel one of them is theirs, even a Ex-racer pregnant mare called Turn Down the Lights. She was the prettiest buckskin I ever saw, the points she had were ebony black, beautiful is a better word. After begging and begging, I was sent to live with my grandparents and to have a horse of my own. Excited as I took the ride to a 6 acre field to see my new horse, I dreamed of a big black gelding, going around a barrel..... hey what is that little white thing. And there she was, right next to Toi. The filly had the longest legs I had ever seen, but a color even more beautiful then her mothers. Seeing her and her mother, my eyes roamed over her mother as I asked my grandpa,
Is Toi my new horse?
He just laughed and said,
No, she is.
Pointing at the white filly, my heart sank, what would I do with a Thoroughbred, when I was raised western and all cowgirl to the day I die. Sighing, I would regret that thinking back a year ago on that hated day that brings tears to my eyes just writing this. Skipping ahead two years, I`ll skip right to her racing day. Her racing career was spectacular. One hundred thirty-six races, and only twenty of those lost or unplaced. Proud of my now 17.2 hand filly, I was proud to be her jockey, owner, trainer, and best friend. That race day was overcast, promising rain. Her best friend Toppy the pony was leading her prancy self into the gait where she immediatly calmed down. Right then, the rain poured, but not heavy enough to stop a race. Knowing she would lose her footing.I tried backing out, but the shot rang and she was off! Hanging for dear life, I felt her hooves come out from beneath her, what was worse was she in front of another twelve of so horses. We got pounded by hooves, it was all a blur from then on. All I remember from that day was me getting carried to a ambulance while seeing my white rose filly laying on the ground with two broke legs and a broke neck. I remember tearing the straps off and running towards her, me a mild concussion, broke arm, and a clotting in my brain, threatning a seizure. Hugging her face to mine, I cried, my hands becoming blood covered. To this day, the headaches are not as bad and my arm still twinges every once in a while, but I still remember my fillies scream while being trampled.
Sittng here and typing this lets you feel the pain I have endured, but the hope of a lasting relationship between you and a dear friend, whether it be equine, canine, or feline, or even human. My pain was shattering, thats why I took up writing, and Mat as you cam see from what you saw of Smuggler`s form, Carcinal`s is...is, well I`ll let you find the word.But for now, you will no of me from this Racers Sad Story.
My grandparents own a 400 acre famr and about 36 horses, every singel one of them is theirs, even a Ex-racer pregnant mare called Turn Down the Lights. She was the prettiest buckskin I ever saw, the points she had were ebony black, beautiful is a better word. After begging and begging, I was sent to live with my grandparents and to have a horse of my own. Excited as I took the ride to a 6 acre field to see my new horse, I dreamed of a big black gelding, going around a barrel..... hey what is that little white thing. And there she was, right next to Toi. The filly had the longest legs I had ever seen, but a color even more beautiful then her mothers. Seeing her and her mother, my eyes roamed over her mother as I asked my grandpa,
Is Toi my new horse?
He just laughed and said,
No, she is.
Pointing at the white filly, my heart sank, what would I do with a Thoroughbred, when I was raised western and all cowgirl to the day I die. Sighing, I would regret that thinking back a year ago on that hated day that brings tears to my eyes just writing this. Skipping ahead two years, I`ll skip right to her racing day. Her racing career was spectacular. One hundred thirty-six races, and only twenty of those lost or unplaced. Proud of my now 17.2 hand filly, I was proud to be her jockey, owner, trainer, and best friend. That race day was overcast, promising rain. Her best friend Toppy the pony was leading her prancy self into the gait where she immediatly calmed down. Right then, the rain poured, but not heavy enough to stop a race. Knowing she would lose her footing.I tried backing out, but the shot rang and she was off! Hanging for dear life, I felt her hooves come out from beneath her, what was worse was she in front of another twelve of so horses. We got pounded by hooves, it was all a blur from then on. All I remember from that day was me getting carried to a ambulance while seeing my white rose filly laying on the ground with two broke legs and a broke neck. I remember tearing the straps off and running towards her, me a mild concussion, broke arm, and a clotting in my brain, threatning a seizure. Hugging her face to mine, I cried, my hands becoming blood covered. To this day, the headaches are not as bad and my arm still twinges every once in a while, but I still remember my fillies scream while being trampled.
Sittng here and typing this lets you feel the pain I have endured, but the hope of a lasting relationship between you and a dear friend, whether it be equine, canine, or feline, or even human. My pain was shattering, thats why I took up writing, and Mat as you cam see from what you saw of Smuggler`s form, Carcinal`s is...is, well I`ll let you find the word.But for now, you will no of me from this Racers Sad Story.
R.I.P.
Carcinals Pride
Your colors hang on my wall with your trophies, ribbons, and checks that mean nothing to me, just seeing you standing in the stall I still keep clean for you is what I need the most.
Carcinals Pride
Your colors hang on my wall with your trophies, ribbons, and checks that mean nothing to me, just seeing you standing in the stall I still keep clean for you is what I need the most.
