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ONE TRUTH REMAINS CLEAR Pt -2
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The managers mate described how she laid on Cocoa and how she rubbed his face. In fact, she stated that she and her two-year old son both rubbed and comforted Cocoa as he laid on the ground. Her foster-son, who cared for and sometimes rode Cocoa in the corral behind the stable also stroked him as they waited for the tractor to arrive, she stated. The stable managers mate said; Cocoa's body began to get cold. She told me that she tried to shut his eyes but could not and they became cloudy. She then stated, Cocoa's mouth was slightly open but he looked as if he were asleep. I wondered if he was in any pain and if he was looking around to see if I was nearby. However, I continued to wonder how or why anyone would carry a bucket of water miles up and down hills for a horse believed to be already dead? Where did the cow -proud come from and why at that point would they even need to use it? So many questions were spinning around in my head.
I felt cheated that I was not allowed the opportunity to be with Cocoa caring
for him in his last moments. We spent so many years together and now he was gone. Someone else was not only telling me that my horse was dead but that he had been taken to yet another location where he was destroyed
and all without my knowing and certainy without my consent. It was overwhelming and there was still the growing feeling that I was not being given the whole truth about what had taken placae out there on those Valley Green trails.
The stable managers mate stated she rode her horse back to the stable to retrieve assistance from those who accompanied her back to the location of
the dead horse. Her foster-son and the additional person who assisted with
carrying the bucket of water must have taken a considerable amont of time.
I was told they all remained with Cocoa until his body became cold. That
amount of time must have been considerable merely due to the size of a horse. Making arrangements to borrow the tractor and tow the dead horse from the trails must have taken a good deal of time. Not to mention going back for the camera and the transporting of the dead horse must have taken hours. Consider the time it took for the pick-up truck to be contacted and arrive from the other side of the city. I live only 10 minutes from the stable and yet no one called me before they allowed my horse to be taken away. No one thought to contact me, OR DID THEY?
I was told there were at least 7 people involved in traveling to and from the stable. Therefore, telephones were available. I was also told by the stable manager and his mate that they went riding in the early afternoon. However, by the time I was finally contacted it was almost 8: pm, well after
any decisions concerning my horse had already been purposed and those decisions carried through to their conclusions.
The manager of the stable and his mate have no additional information; at least that they are willing to give me. The alleged facts about the death of my horse vary, depending on who is telling the story. The "facts" are given in a vague and evasive manner. I have requested a written report in hopes of gaining some clairity about what happened, how and a report of who did what. There has been no written report as yet.
The last time I saw my horse was the day before his alledged death on April 9, 2001. I am unable to greave in part becuase of my pain and anger.
There is no closure in sight. I am Going to place in the classified an article that reads: TENN. WALKING HORSE MISSING FROM THE PHILA, PA. ROXBOROUGH AREA, BUYERS BEWARE, SELLERS WELL CONNECTED.
PS: It has been one month since the alleged death of my horse Cocoa. I have obtained a picture of a dead horse. Film that I had to demand and take to the store myself to have developed. Pictures taken by the two people who claim to have been with Cocoa in his last moments. I am told that the horse in the photo is my horse Cocoa: where he lay dead along the side of the road, across the street from the stable where he was boarded.
The stable manager and his mate watched as I viewed the photo. A quiet filled the air until her words virbrated in the silence, almost under her breath to say, " see, ain't nobody stole your horse." I looked at the picture
of the horses swollen body. The eyes were black and fixed and the mouth remained slightly opened with a tongue that appeared to have turned blackish laying out on the green grass. The angle of the photo avoided showing the gender of the horse. I thought it strange that none of the dead horses main or tail was visable, not one piece. How could this be? Cocoa's
blondish/tan tail almost touch the ground, but where was it? Even just a few strains of his highly visible blondish mane. It almost seemed as if the
hair on the dead horse had been guled down or cut off but definitely out of
sight. The front half of the horse was many shades darker than the back half. There were deep indentations under the neck of the dead horse. I was overcome with sadness. I would never know the truth about how this horse met with it's death. However, the picture they did not want me to
see made it clear that there was much more to this story than they were telling me. I suspect that's why I was not contacted until the deception had been appropriately staged. One truth remains clear, Cocoa is missing.
Copyright (c) 2001 Joyce Roane (all rights reserved)
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