In The Real World
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Very interesting thread - Im a farmers daughter and subsequently grew up with a number of animals been destroyed or sold at the market etc destined for the butcher or the continent. I used to look after all the youngstock - every single one had a name and I became very attached but farmers dont keep pet cows (well my parents didnt) and I accepted this eventually as this was our way of life, but I can remember so many tears and upsets - especially when I came home from school to find one of my favorites gone
I also had a cow I used to occasionally ride home with the Milk Cows - at this point I was finally allowed my first pony! My parents decided it was maybe safer then me jumping bareback onto my favorite cow (who was amazing and always looked after me bless)
But my point is even with all this - I still found it really hard when I had to decide to have one of my horse's destroyed, I new it had got to be done, but it broke my heart - realisticlly his quality of life was slipping away fast and although I tried everything possible to help him, the only thing I had left was a massive vets bill and a horse who was in pain with no chance of recovery
I always thought I was fairly hard (and so do my friends) but the bond between horse and rider/handler can be so strong that you find yourself not wanting to let go - but I new I had to as he was suffering, I couldnt even look at my horses photo for weeks afterwards.
If I was to tell you what I do for a job now - you wouldnt believe me! But regardless - I still feel the same.
I also had a cow I used to occasionally ride home with the Milk Cows - at this point I was finally allowed my first pony! My parents decided it was maybe safer then me jumping bareback onto my favorite cow (who was amazing and always looked after me bless)
But my point is even with all this - I still found it really hard when I had to decide to have one of my horse's destroyed, I new it had got to be done, but it broke my heart - realisticlly his quality of life was slipping away fast and although I tried everything possible to help him, the only thing I had left was a massive vets bill and a horse who was in pain with no chance of recovery
I always thought I was fairly hard (and so do my friends) but the bond between horse and rider/handler can be so strong that you find yourself not wanting to let go - but I new I had to as he was suffering, I couldnt even look at my horses photo for weeks afterwards.
If I was to tell you what I do for a job now - you wouldnt believe me! But regardless - I still feel the same.