This week just majorly sucked for me. My mare frosty had a beautiful colt on Thursday. Problem is, the colt didn't make it. She never fully recovered and kept having problems but I'll come back to that. On Saturday, i get the call that my grandma, the woman who raised me since i was ten years old, was taken off the ventilator she's been on since Wednesday and she's gone. Then today the vet came out to look at frosty. The foaling process opened a large hernia in her abdomen that can be surgically fixed for 7000 but they usually never stay closed and she's not sweating like she should so she has to get mineral oil on her feed everyday and get a sprinkler and fan set up for her for the rest of her life. She also has to get injections of penicillin for the next five days and injections of banamine every time she's painful with the hernia. She's only eleven years old and reduced to a pasture ornament. She'll live in discomfort the rest her life. My dad voted to give her a chance so this is the life she has to look forward to. My heart is ripped to shreds and broken and i have no room for muse. I promise to keep you all updated and i hope you can be patient with me. I am not leaving, I'm just grieving.