Some of you may remember years ago when I got my riding horse. I picked him up at a sale, skinny and old. I was told he was 25 but when I had his teeth done he was guessed at more like 30.
I havent been able to get out to the barn in the last few weeks since having Mya so have had Lori doing the feedings. I was finally able to make it out this weekend. This spring I knew his time was limited. I tried all summer to put weight on him, however with no luck. In the past month he has developed black very watery diarrhea. When I checked him this weekend it was very clear that he has lost even more weight despite all the grain, free choice hay and winter blanket. I can feel every rib, backbone and hollow hips.
It was then that I decided that it was time to let my friend go. He was my confidence booster, and trusty stead for Emma to ride. It will be hard without him, as my replacement riding horse I bought isnt working out so essentially I will have no horse. Emma wont have a riding horse anymore either. However, I refuse to watch him basically starve to death for my own selfishness. Its hard because he is still so full of life, but his body just doesnt match his spirit. It would be so much easier if they could talk, or go in their sleep. He will be burried in the back pasture.
So after 4 years, at the age of somewhere between 29-33 I say Good Bye My Fried................The vet will be here with in the hour to let him go
I havent been able to get out to the barn in the last few weeks since having Mya so have had Lori doing the feedings. I was finally able to make it out this weekend. This spring I knew his time was limited. I tried all summer to put weight on him, however with no luck. In the past month he has developed black very watery diarrhea. When I checked him this weekend it was very clear that he has lost even more weight despite all the grain, free choice hay and winter blanket. I can feel every rib, backbone and hollow hips.
It was then that I decided that it was time to let my friend go. He was my confidence booster, and trusty stead for Emma to ride. It will be hard without him, as my replacement riding horse I bought isnt working out so essentially I will have no horse. Emma wont have a riding horse anymore either. However, I refuse to watch him basically starve to death for my own selfishness. Its hard because he is still so full of life, but his body just doesnt match his spirit. It would be so much easier if they could talk, or go in their sleep. He will be burried in the back pasture.
So after 4 years, at the age of somewhere between 29-33 I say Good Bye My Fried................The vet will be here with in the hour to let him go
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