I did something very difficult last night: I went to the Horsemasters meeting and talked about Isis’ death to a group of people who understand what it is like to lose a horse. I wanted to warn people about EPM and tell them that there is a new treatment available and that it made a world of difference for Isis. And some times, unfortunately, it can be too late, too, but it was still worth every penny to see Isis have such a good last week.
I’m going to the barn today for the first time since Isis passed. I finally started to cry today, to let go of the grief. I know I’ll see her every where out there. But I’ll be able to smile, finally, at her antics.
