This week I’ve been judging some entries for a local writing contest in the Creative Nonfiction category. It seems some of the entries didn’t fit the genre, and then I thought perhaps it would be nice to post this definition - it’s pretty clear and interesting. I especially love the simple definition; “true stories told well.”
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.
The vet put Khyssie through a neurologic exam yesterday and the doctor is concerned something is not tracking between Khyssie’s nervous system and her front legs. Making an appointment to take my girl to WSU for further tests at the vet school there. Wake me up when it’s all over.
Tomorrow it begins.
As mentioned earlier in my blog, I fear there is something wrong with my horse, and it has been suggested she has EPM by a friend who lost a horse to this very tragic neurological disorder. My friend (who became a friend when she read my blog and said Khyssie’s tripping issues sounded like what her horse experienced) told me I should have Khyssie tested last year, which I did, but without a spinal tap there really isn’t a good, conclusive blood test. At least not at the time. I hear there may be a better test now, because after my vet looked at everything last year, he didn’t believe Khyssie had EPM, but now after she fell with me a third time, I’m going to insist on doing everything possible to find a reason she’s tripping, stumbling, and falling.
This is a loving, adorable, wonderful horse - my love - and she deserves everything I can give her.
I’ve mentioned this before, but if you haven’t seen it, my friend was taking video last time Khyssie fell. It’s on YouTube under “Khyssie Falls” and even though it’s very short you can see she just went down with no apparent reason. I’m trying to remain positive, but I know until I can find an answer to why she is doing this (and a cure) I will not be able to ride her.
This is the story of raising, training and loving a young horse named Khyssie.
I also explore the love of writing. Because I can't be out at the barn all the time.