Roxylola
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17th August 2006 around 9am. I remember the date and time always - the year I have to work out usually. He was 9 and my world, there's never been another before or since
Totally agree with you. I'd rather not remember sad dates. If I can get through the date I lost my dear mum without realising what date it is, then I'm pleased. The event itself is heartbreaking itself without having to relive it on the anniversary. Ive seen sad anniversaries posted on FB and I'm sure sometimes it's to get sympathy. By all means remember the person/horse etc but I question how healthy it is to open old wounds on the anniversary of their passing? Oh crikey, I just realised yesterday was the anniversary of losing my mum. I absolutely loved my mum to the moon and back and miss her every day, but I'm so glad I didn't spend yesterday in mourning again. I had a lovely hack with a dear friend and had a really nice day. Mum would much prefer that ?I used to know, but don't want to become 'fixated' on the sad dates. I remember the days (several beloved animals) like it was yesterday, but try not to think about that aspect as it is still too raw many years on.
Massive hugs. For months afterwards I had dreams like that, or the injection hadn't worked and I knew I'd have to do it all over again.I know it was June 2020 and the hunt came at 2:30, but in the midst of covid and everything else I was an absolute wreck.
He was only 7 but he was in pain and we couldn't figure out where or how to fix it, or even if it was fixable and his behaviour was escalating really dramatically. Actually had a dream last night that I'd wimped out of PTS and sold him on and they'd tried to force him through it, been a wobbly mess all morning.
What a lovely/sad memory to have. xAlso, humorous little incidents. With one horse, he snaffled half a bar of Dairy Milk one of the liveries had left outside her stable as we were leading him outside. He went across the bridge with chocolate on his teeth. .
Michen, they weren't my oldest. I had an Irish TB who had been a showjumper in his youth who was 36 when he was put down in the field, same situation, fine until he wasn't. My neighbour texted me at work to say he had been lying down for a long time and I went straight home. He wasn't going to get up again. I had had him 22 years. Only two weeks before he'd been standing fine on 3 legs getting his feet trimmed. The 34 year old referred to was an advanced medium dressage horse, got him when he was 18; the 30 year old I had had since he was 3. I have lost two others at 33 and 34. I'd had them years. I have not had a horse die or be put down under 30, nor a dog under 17 and I've had dogs for getting on for 50 years. They also were all fine till they weren't; only one had a stroke.I am reading this and thinking how lucky you are. My biggest wish in life is that Boggle has a long and happy life and grows up with me, and that I don’t loose him before his time. To have two horses reach that age is incredible, what a privilege.