The accident

As Kelly was unloading the shavings from her truck to the barn, the wind started to blow the rain sideways (yes, Rachael & Tiffany"it's raining sideways!) Kelly heard the awful crack of a tree, and looked out the barn window to see Beckett and Splash running away, and Scribbles struggling underneath the weight of a maple tree on her face and hip. Kelly ran down to assess the situation, and then ran into our house to wake our sleeping daughter, Rachael.

Kelly yelled to Rachael to wake up and "call your mom at work!". Kelly called 911 to alert the Hudson Fire Department, Police Department. I called my mom and dad, Cyn and Joe to come and help. I called Phil, while sobbing and racing home, to come home and call his father Fred, for help.

When I arrived home, the side of the road was filled with rescue vehicles. As I ran down the driveway, and down to the barn I came upon a large group of people, friends, family, firefighters, police officers working together to rescue our horse. The scene was hopeless as blood poured out Scribbles nose, her eyes and mouth filled with sand and mud. Rachael sobbed helplessly as we watched Scribbles struggle and suffer. My angel Kelly stayed calm and composed for Scribbles and I and Jana and Carol our Hudson Animal control officers, also helped to calm our fears and look out for our safety.

As the rain poured down on us, our dear dear Veterinarian, Dr Simon George of Deerfield Veternary Clinic arrived just in time to tranquilize our struggling horse so that the tree could be cut away from her body without causing further injury. As soon as the tree was lifted off of her, Dr George said, "Get her up!". Scribbles was down on her side, under that tree for far too long- time was of the essence. I couldnt believe it when Dr George thought our battered horse could stand, but she did. Then he instructed us to get her into the barn- and we did, as her pasturemates looked on wide eyed and frightened for their friend. As Scribbles rose to her shaky feet, all 4 horses whinnied to her, as if to rally for their injured friend.

In the barn, Dr George tended to her superficial injuries, hooked up a catheter and his most adorable and sweet wife rushed down to us from Deerfield to deliver the IV fluids that would be critical to Scribbles ability to make it 90 minutes to Rochester for the intensive care she would need. Dr and Mrs George have two babies- if memory serves me well, they are 3 years and 4 months old- and here THEY are saving my horses life with such calm.

My husband, and hero, Phil, hooked the truck up to the trailer, we loaded Scribbles into the trailer (a scene in and of itself)- and took the longest 90 minute ride of our lives to the Myrhe Clinic in Rochester NH