The neighbors in back of my BO's property had a little yearling paint filly. Her name was Brooke and she was a birthday present for their 13-year-old daughter. Well, my friend told me today that they'd found her dead a few days ago, tangled in the fence. I feel so bad for the poor little thing. She must have suffered. I feel sick just thinking about it...
I can only have so much sympathy for the owners, though. Their fencing is scary. It's like chicken wire with gaps about six inches wide. I think they have a hot wire going across the top, but it was still an accident waiting to happen. Which it did, and now it's too late. And now their other horse (super old gray mare) is all alone and their poor filly is dead. I just hope they learned something.
On a lighter note, my trainer fixed Norman! He lunges fairly well now. Ten times better than what he used to be like. We even did trot poles today. It's hard for him to coordinate himself, but he tries.
RIP, Brooke. :(