It's 9pm. It's pitch dark. There is no moon due to cloud cover. My vet has taken one of our ex-racehorses and gone galloping out to a neighbours paddock because he heard shots and saw lights.
He wants to find out who was shooting and what they were shooting because he has been tracking a trophy deer for some weeks. Deer season doesn't start til the weekend.
Meanwhile I'm stuck at home wondering how long I leave it before I go looking for him. And worrying that I'll find him lying somewhere with a broken neck. Or if the shooter knows the difference between a horse and a deer.
There is no telling him that this kind of thing is mad. He would just be furious that I was being negative and not helping him.
I really hate this feeling. What will I do when one day he does get killed on some crazy adventure? He just says he doesn't want to die of cancer or end up in an old age home so.... I don't really find that comforting. Sigh!
He wants to find out who was shooting and what they were shooting because he has been tracking a trophy deer for some weeks. Deer season doesn't start til the weekend.
Meanwhile I'm stuck at home wondering how long I leave it before I go looking for him. And worrying that I'll find him lying somewhere with a broken neck. Or if the shooter knows the difference between a horse and a deer.
There is no telling him that this kind of thing is mad. He would just be furious that I was being negative and not helping him.
I really hate this feeling. What will I do when one day he does get killed on some crazy adventure? He just says he doesn't want to die of cancer or end up in an old age home so.... I don't really find that comforting. Sigh!
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