Thursday, August 16th will be the one year anniversary of my watching my first ever colic case. Unfortunately, it was Whiskey, and he didn't make it.

Each night this week, that I have wandered to the horse pen, I have felt a tremendous ache in my heart. How far would we have come this year? I wonder.

The picture of him on top of the TV stand is almost to much to take this week. I thought I was to the point of looking at it and smiling. Not this week. I fight the tears this week. Maybe I'll take it down and put it back up next week.

HFF gave me a wonderful scrapbook of his training photos at the Driftins. For now, it must go away.

Maybe next week will be better.