We lost a family member tonight. My girlfriend's beautiful 35 year old Arab mare, Kismet, colicked and had to be put down. Kismet was an unforgettable character. Thirty plus years ago, Kathleen and I both worked in the maintenance shop at the commuter airline, and one day she invited me over to her cabin in the woods for a cup of coffee. We were sitting there over coffee and munchies when I heard a "clop clop", the door opened, and this gorgeous 14 hand chestnut mare saunters in, opens the refrigerator, helps herself to a carrot, briefly rests her chin on Kathleen's head, then wanders outside. My jaw hit the table. Kathleen laughed and said: "Meet Kismet."
And now she's gone, leaving an aching hole in our lives. It's like losing a child. Tears keep coming back. Torch, brother, I know how you feel.
RIP, Kismet, gallant lass.
Wes