Turning an Eye Loss…
When I found out my Quarter Horse Rolo had Uveitis, glaucoma and a cataract that meant his left eye was going to go completely blind, necessitating a removal of it, I was stunned, even though the eye’s constricted pupil and unnatural lightening had been going on for several months. I winced in sympathy when Dr. Nunnery, the Equine Eye Specialist, told me that in addition to the loss of sight, Rolo was also probably in pain. I stroked his soft eyebrow ridge, and kissed him. I nodded bravely to her and shrugged when we decided the best course of action would be an enucleation. Once she had left, however, I walked Rolo back to his paddock, removed his halter, and then sagged against the barn wall, clutching his lead rope, sobbing.
Ida DeHugh Ransfield couldn’t stand pears. Years before entering Hilltop Manor Retirement Village, she would deliberately wheel her cart widely around the early Fall produce section while grocery shopping. She claimed that it was just the smell of all those pears she couldn’t stand and insisted the slightly mealy texture also offended her. “It’s not crisp, like an apple, and it’s not soft like a cantaloupe. It’s useless!” she would explain to anyone who asked her why she hated *pears* of all things; no one had asked her in at least 18 years, however.
The Dumbest Hobby, Really
I wasn’t sure if I was breathlessly sobbing because of the ongoing pain of my broken collarbone and ribs, I was giving up my horse, or both. Ruby, my adorable but stubborn grey Arabian “dream horse” was going back to her breeder, and three years of hard work, time and money were going back with her. Horses are a stupid hobby, really.
Good Deed Unpunished
Kate felt as drab, soggy, and unendingly gray as the Virginia late winter mist she drove through. The landscape rarely varied; the smaller houses adorned with bigger satellite dishes she passed were splashed here and there with dirty snow the color of old nickels.