Weak in Body, Strong in Mind and Spirit
Epilogue

This happened in 2014. It popped up as a Facebook memory today, as of this writing. I thought it appropriate to share here. And instead of working it into my story, I’d simply add it separately, to show that in real life, Pamela indeed has a kind heart...

I am so proud of Pam.

She came home from the ranch frantic. Trooper, a 34 year old horse, was down. Pam was sobbing that it must be his time to die. She grabbed some Banamine, drugs for Jeremiah the Horse. I rode with her back to the ranch.

Trooper was in distress. He was colicking, rolling on his back, his breathing labored and his eyes glazed over. Pam gave him the Banamine and then comforted him for a time. She then put his halter on and made him stand up, which he did with great effort. She led him to a water hose and made him drink, and then led him to the back pasture to graze, which he did for a short time before laying back down.

Pam fetched Gracie, a mare that Trooper “fancies”. Trooper and Gracie touched lips for about a minute, and then Gracie walked away. I don’t know what Gracie said to Trooper, but he struggled back to his feet and started grazing again. Pam put him in a paddock, and Gracie in the pasture. Trooper whinnied to Gracie, and she whinnied back. They did this for some time, with Trooper becoming more and more frantic to return to his herd. Pam opened the gate to Trooper’s paddock and he galloped to the pasture gate, waiting for Pam to open it. Trooper’s herd was on the other side of the gate waiting to welcome him back.

Animals are amazing. As is Pam.