Yesterday we went to the vet. Lily had the works done. Teeth floating...
Extra sedation for the Caslick procedure (which you can read about here, but warning, it has graphic photos), and her coffin joint injection. So basically she got worked from both ends and even the bottom.
At least she had a sense of humor about it.
Then, after a very stressful day (unrelated to the vet visit) I opened an envelope on my desk and found this:
A very sweet Morgan mare. Thank you, G. It's exactly what I needed.
Especially since I'm in love with a morgan who looks a little like this, but he's a buckskin. Who is still for sale at our barn. But too young for me - he's only 4.
But a woman can dream.