Fools Motto
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I had to have my wonderful mare put to sleep on Monday. It all happened so quickly. Saturday she was well, Sunday she was OK, but Monday she was in immense pain, and I just knew. I'd suspected she had Cushings, she had some signs, but was well enough without any medication. Not to mention the cost of medicating her, and her loathe for vets. Overnight she clearly got laminitis, and it was serious. I'd made the decision, and it was all over in little over an hour. I'm so pleased she didn't suffer long, but so shocked it happened at all. The vet was amazing, and considering the loathe of vet issue, my poor mare, in pain, hardly batted an eye.
I'm riddled with guilt that I promised her she wouldn't have a needle, and yet she did.
I can't remember our last ride - which hack did we go on - did it have good views, did we canter, did we laugh together? Did she spook or did I tell her not to be stupid at yet another dark patch of tarmac?
I've got all her stuff... I can't look at any of it.
Monday morning happened so fast, I'm sorry she had to share the wagon with a cow and a pig. I wanted her to have her own lorry.
I'm sorry to her little friend who was eating grass one minute, I caught her, and chose her to go too. I didn't want her to go anywhere else. I didn't want Meg to go alone.
On top of that, I'm now working in a job with no horses - my first non horsey job ever. I miss my mare. I miss the smell.
I've gone 3 whole days and haven't seen a horse.
I'm lost.
Nothing is normal.
36 years of horses, wiped out.
I'm riddled with guilt that I promised her she wouldn't have a needle, and yet she did.
I can't remember our last ride - which hack did we go on - did it have good views, did we canter, did we laugh together? Did she spook or did I tell her not to be stupid at yet another dark patch of tarmac?
I've got all her stuff... I can't look at any of it.
Monday morning happened so fast, I'm sorry she had to share the wagon with a cow and a pig. I wanted her to have her own lorry.
I'm sorry to her little friend who was eating grass one minute, I caught her, and chose her to go too. I didn't want her to go anywhere else. I didn't want Meg to go alone.
On top of that, I'm now working in a job with no horses - my first non horsey job ever. I miss my mare. I miss the smell.
I've gone 3 whole days and haven't seen a horse.
I'm lost.
Nothing is normal.
36 years of horses, wiped out.