Sunday night, right before I sat down to dinner with my family, I got a phone call saying that Faux Pas was showing signs of colic. That one word strikes fear in the hearts of horse owners everywhere. I have been very lucky the past five years to not have any potentially serious horse injuries. However, I have known plenty of horses who died of colic over the past five years.

I picked at dinner and then drove out to the farm to spend time with him, just in case. He was felling pretty good at this point. He'd been given a muscle relaxer to help him chill so that whatever was causing the problem might have a chance to move through. Finally he began to pass gas, and I had brushed away all of the dried sweat, and evidence of rolling, and it was like it had never happened.



Except that now I have the fear in me, and I know my old man is not invincible.