She was lying flat- eyes closed, flank tense and very quiet. As I got closer I could see lots of stressed hoof marks on the ground. Are you thinking what I am?
It’s Windy. She was something in the day, but now she is 22 yrs old, with a suitcase of maladies. Like an old woman, she gets tinier each year. And she was in gut wrenching pain- literally.
Is it the dreaded C. Word? I waited…
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