On March 22, 2013, my hand was shaking as I signed the purchase agreement from the UF vet school. There were at least 12 thoroughbreds who needed homes, and I looked at all of them. Most of them were very sweet and if I could have taken them all, I would have. But only one kept me up at night. From the minute I laid eyes on her, I didn't think I could live without her. "Resale project," indeed.
|I stared at this photo on the whole flight to a conference|
between deciding to buy her and actually signing the papers.
My friend, whose husband was the surgeon on the study Lex was in, drove me over to pick her up and made comforting small talk while I wondered what in the world I was getting myself into. I wasn't sure if I wanted to throw up or grin til my face hurt.
|She took my breath away from minute one.|
I stood with her in the pasture for hours. My farrier showed up later that day, and we got her feet trimmed. She'd only had crappy pasture trims for the past three years, but we got her feet cleaned right up. I spent tons of time with her every day, teaching her to cross-tie and getting her cleaned up.
|What a difference a bath and some currying can make.|
|These are still some of my favorite times with her,|
riding a green-as-grass OTTB in a 40-acre field.
|Dr. Slim, Medicine Cat.|
|Please compare to first pic!|
|My trainer loves this pic so much he shared it on Facebook. Aw.|