hobbyhorse23
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I'm not doing well with this. We lost my mother's Arab two weeks ago at 30 years old and the whole family was just lost in grief. I hurt so bad I didn't even dare post it here because I knew I'd babble for four pages on what he meant to us and way too many details about that last day. I got a call at work telling me to come home, he was being put down.
Today, I got another call. After I went to bed early last night my dad went out to feed the boys their late night snack and noted Spyder had not cleaned up his dinner and wasn't interested in his hay. He came and got Mom and when she went out Spyder was shivering hard and didn't want carrots, etc. She threw a warm cooler and a sheet on him for lack of a blanket and checked on him all night and said in the note I found this morning before work that he had laid down and was fine and eating carrots by 3:30AM when she last checked him.
Well I'd overslept and so wasn't able to do more than check him out the window before leaving for work but he was out playing with Kody and looked bright-eyed and fine so I didn't worry. Mom called and left a message while I was at work. As I reached for the phone and dialed my voicemail I realized my hands were shaking and my stomach in knots and it took me hours to figure out why. After last week, I was expecting to hear that he was deathly ill or already gone. As it turns out, right now he isn't but something isn't right. This horse is historically either really ill (allergic reactions with lots of swelling, obvious choke episodes, etc.) or totally healthy. He's never had an off day in the 14 years I've had him, nor has he ever turned down a meal unless he was sedated. I was severely disturbed to find out that he was not even interested in carrots last night, and "lying down" meant he not only had been down but had STAYED down while Mother walked around him and touched him all over. She's not his special person and he hasn't ever even let me within twenty feet of him in a reclining position, ever! I'm so terrified now. She says this morning he once again is not wanting carrots, not eating well, and generally just not right.
I can't do this again, I just can't. I can't lose two of them in two weeks- I think it would kill me. I burst into tears in the lunch room after she called, just completely lost it.
I know he'll be fine, but for gosh sakes someone say all those comforting things to me. I feel so afraid. I can't do this twice.
Leia
Today, I got another call. After I went to bed early last night my dad went out to feed the boys their late night snack and noted Spyder had not cleaned up his dinner and wasn't interested in his hay. He came and got Mom and when she went out Spyder was shivering hard and didn't want carrots, etc. She threw a warm cooler and a sheet on him for lack of a blanket and checked on him all night and said in the note I found this morning before work that he had laid down and was fine and eating carrots by 3:30AM when she last checked him.
Well I'd overslept and so wasn't able to do more than check him out the window before leaving for work but he was out playing with Kody and looked bright-eyed and fine so I didn't worry. Mom called and left a message while I was at work. As I reached for the phone and dialed my voicemail I realized my hands were shaking and my stomach in knots and it took me hours to figure out why. After last week, I was expecting to hear that he was deathly ill or already gone. As it turns out, right now he isn't but something isn't right. This horse is historically either really ill (allergic reactions with lots of swelling, obvious choke episodes, etc.) or totally healthy. He's never had an off day in the 14 years I've had him, nor has he ever turned down a meal unless he was sedated. I was severely disturbed to find out that he was not even interested in carrots last night, and "lying down" meant he not only had been down but had STAYED down while Mother walked around him and touched him all over. She's not his special person and he hasn't ever even let me within twenty feet of him in a reclining position, ever! I'm so terrified now. She says this morning he once again is not wanting carrots, not eating well, and generally just not right.
I can't do this again, I just can't. I can't lose two of them in two weeks- I think it would kill me. I burst into tears in the lunch room after she called, just completely lost it.
I know he'll be fine, but for gosh sakes someone say all those comforting things to me. I feel so afraid. I can't do this twice.
Leia
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