By the eighth month, Felicia’s gentle temperament had shattered. Hostile and terrified, she refused to let Ben enter her stall—a routine they had shared since he was a boy. Whenever he stepped close, she pinned her ears back and backed into the corner, trembling violently.
Her abdomen had grown to a distorted, unnatural size. It didn't bulge softly like a standard pregnancy; it hung dangerously low, rigid, and painfully tight. When her expected due date arrived, the situation hit a catastrophic breaking point. Instead of going into labor, Felicia collapsed onto the straw with a sickening thud. She lay there, her wild eyes rolling back, her chest heaving for air.
She was in agonizing pain, completely unable to pass the foal. Realizing her body was physically blocked from delivering, a panicked Ben sprinted to his truck to call the emergency vet.