The Story of Andy Kjearsgaard
Our horses were our farm's greatest asset. We used them year round for anything that needed pulling, or hauling––stumps, firewood, seed, hay, harvested grain, groceries and supplies, or the family. What's more, we grew to love them. Especially May.
May was our very first horse. We rode on her back to school––all four of us. Later, she took us in the buggy or sleigh. She was a gentle, loving soul.
One morning, Dad and Arne went off to get a load of hay. Mom and the girls were in the house and I was outside doing chores. Suddenly, May came tearing home from the pasture, screaming in pain. She didn't stop at the closed gate, but broke right through it. She ran to the barn and banged her head against it, over and over again. Then I noticed it. Part of her gut was protruding from her lower belly. Have you ever heard a horse scream? It's absolutely terrible. I've never heard anything worse.
The door of the house opened and Mom and the girls came rushing over. It was obvious: May would have to be destroyed. I was only twelve years old but I knew what to do. I tried to be brave but I could hardly see through the tears as I aimed the rifle. Pulling the trigger was the hardest thing I'd ever done but it ended her agony.
At least I didn't bawl quite as much as the girls.
Adapted from the 1994 Heritage Book,with permission from the Federation of Danish Associations in Canada
Teaser:
• Andy's been drafted by the Dickson Vikings. Will the NHL be next?
