Sophclarky
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Please send some reassurance my way that my beautiful dales pony, Mavro has gone to green pastures.
Yesterday was the day I’d been dreading, the day we had to have him put to sleep due to his issues.
I’ve had him since he was almost 3, he was 10 and a half.
He was my heart horse, first horse and little girls dream come true. He was my therapy in every aspect of life and was the thing which kept me here so many times.
He was diagnosed with hock arthritis in 2022 and many other areas of soreness. He’d also gone blind in one eye which made him difficult to handle, whereas he was once totally bombproof.
He was retired a year ago and has been pampered and never forced to do anything in his entire life with me.
He’s known so much love.
I just can’t get over the guilt of having a baby put to sleep.
He should’ve had two more decades with me- I feel so robbed. But I know he wasn’t right.
He went yesterday with the sun on his back and lots of kisses and treats.
He went down peacefully, I kept telling him to lie down (a trick I’d taught him) and he did just drop to his knees once injected.
I sobbed into his neck and laid with him on the ground for a while kissing his soft nose.
I covered him up and prayed over him until the cremation man came.
I know it’s just his vessel but seeing him laid there lifeless was so confusing, he wasn’t pestering me for treats he was just so still.
I’ve not stopped sobbing my whole body hurts.
I’m no stranger to grief but this has totally broken me.
Yesterday was the day I’d been dreading, the day we had to have him put to sleep due to his issues.
I’ve had him since he was almost 3, he was 10 and a half.
He was my heart horse, first horse and little girls dream come true. He was my therapy in every aspect of life and was the thing which kept me here so many times.
He was diagnosed with hock arthritis in 2022 and many other areas of soreness. He’d also gone blind in one eye which made him difficult to handle, whereas he was once totally bombproof.
He was retired a year ago and has been pampered and never forced to do anything in his entire life with me.
He’s known so much love.
I just can’t get over the guilt of having a baby put to sleep.
He should’ve had two more decades with me- I feel so robbed. But I know he wasn’t right.
He went yesterday with the sun on his back and lots of kisses and treats.
He went down peacefully, I kept telling him to lie down (a trick I’d taught him) and he did just drop to his knees once injected.
I sobbed into his neck and laid with him on the ground for a while kissing his soft nose.
I covered him up and prayed over him until the cremation man came.
I know it’s just his vessel but seeing him laid there lifeless was so confusing, he wasn’t pestering me for treats he was just so still.
I’ve not stopped sobbing my whole body hurts.
I’m no stranger to grief but this has totally broken me.