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 Kismet
My
Beloved Kismet
For
as long as I can
remember, the only thing
I ever wanted was a
horse of my own.
Birthdays and
Christmases passed and I
never got one. It took
working for the SPCA of
Texas in Dallas as an
adult to make my dream
come true.
I
learned about Second
Chance Horse Rescue from
our cruelty investigator
and went to one of their
meetings in Terrell.
That’s when I heard
about a 7 year old
walker/draft mix in need
of a loving home.
Purchased at auction for
$25 over the killer
buyers by the group,
this 16’3 skin and bones
horse was rescued and
fostered, waiting to be
adopted.
While her first 7 years
were full of pain,
isolation and
starvation, her next 16
were full of nothing but
LOVE! I named her
“Kismet” – which means
fate or destiny, because
that’s what it was for
both of us.
Kiz
was a one woman horse –
she greeted people with
her ears pinned back and
offered to bite if
anyone tried to pet
her. If someone was in
the pasture with me, she
put herself between me
and the guest so as to
“protect” me – which
didn’t do much for my
social life! But I
understood her and loved
her no matter how awful
her manners were,
because she loved me and
we needed each other.
A
year ago she developed
laminitis and no matter
what treatment I tried,
nothing seemed to work.
Walking became
increasingly difficult
for her and difficult
for me to watch. Some
of it I blamed on the
cold weather or on her
age (she was 23), but it
became clear she would
never walk pain free
again. On January 14
at 7:22 p.m. I sent my
sister an e-mail saying
I would have to call the
vet the next day and see
if he thought it was
best to end her
suffering, but the
thought of that just
made me so sad.
As
I did most evenings, at
7:30 went out to the
barn to check on the
horses and heard a
crashing sound – it was
Kismet’s hooves hitting
the side of the barn.
She was colicking. I
immediately phoned the
vet but by the time he
got here, she was too
far gone so he humanely
ended her suffering.
She did that to help me
I know by taking that
decision from me.
She is buried in my
pasture, where I can see
her grave from my
kitchen window and I
will love and miss her
every single day of my
life.
“Life is a ride, the
important thing about
choosing a path in life
isn’t about where you
are going, but who you
bring along.”
Thank you, Kismet for
being in my life. I
love you.
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