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I was sitting in the car on my way to the barn to go ride Bj and all the sudden I was thinking of all the times I had gotten aggravated with him, that he would not do this or that. It is not that he can't, but sometimes he decides he does not want to do it, but he was abused. People over worked him. He never knew the meaning of a holiday or that you are to keep the Sabbath day holy. He had nerves in his tail clipped because he carried his tail too high, so now he can not swish his tail and other things like that. And believe me, swishing away flies is important here in Georgia. So he does have his reasons for being a bit lazy and not liking the saddles and the arena. As I sat there, I wondered why I had never fallen off of a Bj, (I am known at the barn for falling the most of all Mrs. Wendy's students) but then I had realized he had taken care of me and whenever I start to lose balance he would slow to a walk, that he had loved me (or the peppermints I give him) as much as I love him (and that is a ton).

When we arrived, I saw Mrs. Wendy bringing Bj out of the pasture. I got out of the car and I asked what was up.

She said " Bj has a bad case of colic.* I am taking him to the hospital." I asked her what I could do to help and I did whatever she asked me. All the time things like this were going through my head: This might be the last day I see him. They might put him down. Dear God, please let him live. Through a few tears ( I don't cry when my relatives die) I told him good-bye, not knowing if I would ever see him again.

At 1:37 mother got a phone call saying the vet thought Bj was going to be okay, that he had gotten cecum impaction colic, and they will have him on fluids for forty-eight hours. Then, if all goes well, he can be picked up on Friday Also, Mrs. Wendy asked if I could go to a horse hospital with her to pick him up.

So there's your horse lesson for today.


* colic is a broad word for many types of tummy trouble (it can be fatal for horses)