Bestie's neighbor Ariele passed away last night. She got sick over the weekend, and it was all very perplexing. It first seemed like a colic, then like a virus, and she ended up heading to the clinic at 2 a.m. Wednesday after running a fever, not eating, and just not seeming at all right. The vet treating her at the clinic has her own horse in our barn, so the questions would get fired at her when she'd arrive at the barn over the last couple of days--no rest for the weary. After Ariele's fever came down, the prognosis was "cautiously optimistic." I'm sure we all saw a glimmer of hope; I know I did. And then I got an e-mail from Jen late last night with the sad news.
Ariele was a tall, fine-boned bay mare with a beautiful face, with a perpetually wide-eyed kind expression that made everyone who passed her stall want to reach out and pat her. She was a princess with a full wardrobe of blankies and coordinated saddle pads and wraps. She and Jen were a team, a team that enjoyed the give and take of a solid relationship filled with love, and a team that now can hold their special memories of their time together in their hearts.
To the lovely Ariele ... peace.
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