"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm afraid we're going to have to put her down." Hearing those words echo in my ear, I fall to the filthy ground. The vet looks down at me with concerning eyes, and a face full of pity. My heart drops to my stomach, and my hands start to shake. I was so hopeful, so sure she would be okay. "A-are you sure? I mean, there has to be something-" I stuttered. "I'm so sorry, Lucy. I know tho sis going to be hard. But do you really want her to suffer?" The vet said quietly. "I mean if she remained alive, her leg would cause her pain for the res of her life. She would have to be taken to expensive horse therapies and operations. and at the end of the day, she still would never race again. And all that work you have put into her…" But what about all the work I already put into her? I've stood by my horse, Easy Days, since she was a foal. I bottle-fed her when her mother passed away. i trained he