The following is a note from Facebook my daughter and I wrote together.
Losing Libby
by Sydney Charlton on Wednesday, March 23, 2011 at 9:58pm
My dad came out of a meeting with texts, phone calls and voice mails from our trainer. Never a good sign when your trainer is trying to reach you that hard. Seldom good news, the first thing that goes through your mind is what has happened? Did our star horse suffer a problem or injury?
The first words I heard was our horse had died while being loaded in the trailer, she had flipped over and broken her back. She had to be put down immediately, at the age of three. She was always the horse that was just too small, and would not let you touch her, too afraid. It took years before she learned to love the human hand.
We had just found her a new home earlier today. She was off to her new home when the accident occurred, she was going to a young girl to be ridden, cared for, and loved. And it all ended so quickly. Even though it was not our star horse, she will always remain in our hearts.
The first words I heard was our horse had died while being loaded in the trailer, she had flipped over and broken her back. She had to be put down immediately, at the age of three. She was always the horse that was just too small, and would not let you touch her, too afraid. It took years before she learned to love the human hand.
We had just found her a new home earlier today. She was off to her new home when the accident occurred, she was going to a young girl to be ridden, cared for, and loved. And it all ended so quickly. Even though it was not our star horse, she will always remain in our hearts.
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