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As I stood in the winner’s circle with a red rose wreath around my neck. I looked out at the race track where I just raced, and knowing that I did it, and all the years it took to be here. It made me look back a long time ago when I was born.
I was a dark bay with a white star on my forehead. We lived on a breeding farm where our kind owner bred horses for the track. I was a filly, so my master left me out with my mom longer, but when it came time to say goodbye it was a goodbye I hadn’t expected.
That day is so clear in my mind she had just won her race, when she came back she was so exhausted. We were eating our dinner in the barn, when a black truck drove to our barn and a black figure stepped out. He unusually and quietly strode to our stall, thus pulling out a white bag, poured out the contents into my mom’s bucket. I tried to ask him ask him what it was, he only ignored. There’s like this funny thing about humans, no matter what I say, if I whisper it or shout it, they always ignore me!!
The next day it was clear that my mom was not feeling good. I started to yell for help! And run around in my stall, and scream! Finally, after what seamed forever, my Mother’s groom came over to our stall. He started running and shouting “Mister. Smith!! Something’s wrong with your horse!!!”
Everything happened in a blur. Grooms were running here and there, trying to make my Mom as comfortable as possible. Then a white van drove into the barn and a man in a white over suit walked up and started poking and touching my Mom! I started to charge
at him! “How dare you, touch my Mom!! “ I yelled over and over again “Wow, you’ve got a big girl on your hands” The vet laughed
“Well, how is she?” Our owner asked shifting his weight from one leg to the other, nervously “All I can see is that she has been poisoned. The poisoning is so strong, it is eating her away. ” He replied solemnly. Tucking his stethoscope back in his black leather bag. “What can I do?” Our owner asked “Surgery is the only thing that will help. We have to have more knowledge that just a checkup to make sure we know what’s going on. Its takes more than just antibodies” The doctor replied. “How much will it cost?” Our owner continued “I am not doing that well financially, besides the win last night, it’s a first. I paid off everything, just not that much for extra expenses” “It’s will cost at most 5000 dollars. Not including recovery or rehabilitation” He replied “Will she be infertile?” “Well, it’s a 50/50 chance that she will be infertile” he replied “I can’t let her die; she’s my only hope, financially” He replied looking very desperately
“Let me think.” The vet replied looking over at me and then at my owner “Look at that filly; she’s looks like she’s bred by the best.” The vet continued “if you are willing, I will take the little filly to fill in for the work. I haven’t done this before, but I have my own stash of thoroughbreds, that my daughter races. What do you say?” The vet asked, stroking my shoulder. My owner’s eyes told me he didn’t want to sell me, but he had no choice.
“OK, only if you promise you won’t hurt her?” He asked sadly.
“You bet I won’t! What do you say, we get to work!” He replied enthusiastically.