Yucky is a bit of an understatement. There’s no way to polish this up, so I’ll be blunt. The foal I wanted, the one that was just born this week, has died. My second choice foal was still born. Such is life I suppose. Nothing is ever a guarantee.
Completely overshadowing this though, and putting things in perspective, I spent the weekend at the hospital with a loved one. It was devastating, traumatic, and horrible, and I’m not sure if I’ll bring it up again, or just leave it to this one reference. Part of me wants to talk about it, and part of me wants to never talk about it again.
Life goes on… and while we can’t control the past, we can control the future. We will see what the future brings.