<font color=silver><font face=FranklinGothicBook>...Last Wishes...</font></font> -- Golden Shamrock Stables

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Date Posted: 20:24:04 01/22/03 Wed
Author: ...Wand...
Author Host/IP: 67.3.212.211
Subject: ...Last Wishes...

The femme of elder age stuck her head out of her stall. She whickered hoasly before she circled back in her stall. She had given up on man, to many let-downs have been made by their kind. She missed dearly her oldest owner, her past, her freedom. But she knew they shall never return. She knew her life was ending. Her old age and frail body was working agaist her. She moved to the back of her stall and layed down. Collapsing on the ground. Snorting softly. It was much to her releif tobe off her feet. She rested her head on the old bedding and closed her eyes. She ahd been abonded to long to remember the days of her running carreer. Now she was un-wanted, un-loved, and un-cared for. Her once gleaming coat was now shaggy and old. Her once elegnat nature... gone. Her once ever-loving spirit...broken. Now she could hardly rise to her feet without great effort. She had nothing left to live for. She was abondoned five times... but never loved. She couldn't remember the days when she last stood in an open feild. But she knew that was all ending soon. As her will to live faded in the knowledge she would never be loved as she once was... never cared for as she was once cared for. Never run the way she used to run. But she knew this had to be... as the new horses rose from the earth for their first time... the elder fell. As the days faded into night... The years told on her spirit, her will. The glisten in her eyes had long ago left. And as she grew old she watched the fillies and the colts play in their safe homes. The next champion, the next pet, the next horse that would win it all... just to be forgotten once a new one came along with the same promise... or even more. The thoroughbred mare layed her head upon the earth and awaited her fate without resitance. As she never knew a helping hand, a loving heart... only the pure hope of a trainer wanting her to become the best, in which she did... But then as she had past her prime and he had other sights in store... when the owner could no longer see the faithful mare's 'usefullness', that too past. As did the other homes, the other times, the other places. She layed in her stall and waited.

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