Tell me, if you were driving down a road at night and a SHINY HALF WHITE 250 pound animal is standing in the road, wouldn't you at least avoid it? Or, at least TRY? Well, the whomp noggin that hit poor Shorty didn't.
Our fence had been pushed down, and the horses taken or just gone, and we had tried to go find Shorty, Belle, and Chokai (the little stud colt), when Ronald said he heard an animal get hit on the road. A few minutes later, he wouldn't let me go back outside (good thing, at the time, I was bleeding internally and didn't know it). Well, as it turned out, it was Shorty, but Belle and Chokai almost got creamed too, but Ron managed to shoo them off the road.
Was the driver sad that he had killed a young girl's friend? Hell no. He was pissed that his daddy's car was messed up. Their car insurance people have called us and tried to make us feel responsible. But it just doesn't work that well when we know the guy was speeding, so far overdriving his headlights that even a 250 pound half white shiny fat mini horse doesn't show up in his headlights in time for him to react. In fact, the father called and tried to make me feel responsible, the night before I ended back up in the hospital, bleeding internally. Last name of Avila, or something, I think, out of Alvin. Tough luck. I don't. I feel bad for my daughter and for her Shorty, a dear friend since she was a child. But I don't feel sorry for you or your car. Next time, you might consider how your son drives at night before giving him the keys to your car.
