Final Call

The weather forecast was for freezing rain and the sky was as gray as my mood. As I drove down the interstate, I found myself in a traffic jam three miles from the stable where I would see my patient, a horse named Pattea. More...

Sweet Pattea

It was late afternoon on a summer day when I first saw the beautiful little red Arab mare. She was a feisty girl with a long mane, tail and forelock and a white squiggle that ran down her face. The golden sun had outlined her in a way that told me I need not look further. More...