Waking up for any reason at 3:30 in the morning is bad enough. But this morning was truly awful. Flashing lights woke me up, but the gunshot really got my attention. We couldn't see much from the house, so DW walked down through the pasture and then he saw the horses, dead on the road. A deputy came to the door; he told us that a woman hit both of them, and miraculously walked away unhurt.
The deputy was looking for help finding the owner of the horses, and as we talked, we realized who they belonged to. We have fairly new neighbors, a young couple with three kids. They've been working hard to replace fences and repair the barn, and although their place isn't on the county road, their horses have gotten out before. We gave him directions, then waited and watched. And a while later we saw a tractor come down the private road, and one at a time, our nice young neighbor hauled them home for the last time. It just broke my heart.
Oh, gosh, this about makes me cry....
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