A quick spiral downward I thought she was dying. She was sweating profusely but her skin was cold to the touch. She was stumbling around, blind despite her wide-open eyes with the pupil dilated even in full sunlight. She leaned into the fence as if she wanted to push it down with her chest. She was so confused and afraid, blind and deaf but desperately trying to find solace and security. In my 30 some years with horses I had never seen this. It looked like the death throes of a horse about to die-or so I thought. I had never seen that either. The day before she...
