JaneLA
New User
Hello, all!
I'm writing from Los Angeles, and this is my first post - I put my elderly mare down three weeks ago today and I'm still so terribly stuck in the grief and the what-ifs and the guilt - she was a senior school horse (laminitic/totally rotated in right front) who I adopted when she was approximately 24/25 years old. I had her for six years and managed to keep her pretty sound through good shoeing and weight management. She was an absolute joy. But after her last shoeing, she came up a little lame in the left front. With some Bute and light exercise it seemed to improve (the farrier came back out to check for a hot nail, or any other issue, and found nothing). Then shortly thereafter her next door neighbor, to whom she was deeply attached, left abruptly (hours notice) due to the owner's dispute with management. My horse is exceptionally herd bound and was terribly upset. We tried moving her, we tried putting a new horse in the empty stall, light sedation, nothing worked - her pacing was incessant. And this pacing must have exacerbated whatever was brewing in that left foot. The vet came and took blood (normal), x-rays (no rotation, but did see severe arthritis in the left front, bone on bone). We attempted, over three days, to give her a chance to heal and managed her pain. But she grew worse more pained, and thanks to putting more weight on her rotated right front, she ended up being severely lame in both. At nearly roughly 31/32 years old, I made the decision to have her euthanized. And I'm still heartsick over it. The process wasn't smooth (the vet tech yelling "quit!" at her when she struggled, hitting her head on the stall bars on her collapse) and I'm still racked with questions about what I could have done better. How did it go so badly so quickly? How do I get over the anger of the next door neighbor giving me no notice, the unprofessional final euthanasia process? I know she was quite elderly, and as a sleep crasher, I'm grateful I never had to find her prone or broken in her stall one morning. I'm also grateful she never has to face another cold, wet winter. But I'm just bereft and angry and could really use some wise thoughts from experienced owners. Her name was Flo, and I loved her.
I'm writing from Los Angeles, and this is my first post - I put my elderly mare down three weeks ago today and I'm still so terribly stuck in the grief and the what-ifs and the guilt - she was a senior school horse (laminitic/totally rotated in right front) who I adopted when she was approximately 24/25 years old. I had her for six years and managed to keep her pretty sound through good shoeing and weight management. She was an absolute joy. But after her last shoeing, she came up a little lame in the left front. With some Bute and light exercise it seemed to improve (the farrier came back out to check for a hot nail, or any other issue, and found nothing). Then shortly thereafter her next door neighbor, to whom she was deeply attached, left abruptly (hours notice) due to the owner's dispute with management. My horse is exceptionally herd bound and was terribly upset. We tried moving her, we tried putting a new horse in the empty stall, light sedation, nothing worked - her pacing was incessant. And this pacing must have exacerbated whatever was brewing in that left foot. The vet came and took blood (normal), x-rays (no rotation, but did see severe arthritis in the left front, bone on bone). We attempted, over three days, to give her a chance to heal and managed her pain. But she grew worse more pained, and thanks to putting more weight on her rotated right front, she ended up being severely lame in both. At nearly roughly 31/32 years old, I made the decision to have her euthanized. And I'm still heartsick over it. The process wasn't smooth (the vet tech yelling "quit!" at her when she struggled, hitting her head on the stall bars on her collapse) and I'm still racked with questions about what I could have done better. How did it go so badly so quickly? How do I get over the anger of the next door neighbor giving me no notice, the unprofessional final euthanasia process? I know she was quite elderly, and as a sleep crasher, I'm grateful I never had to find her prone or broken in her stall one morning. I'm also grateful she never has to face another cold, wet winter. But I'm just bereft and angry and could really use some wise thoughts from experienced owners. Her name was Flo, and I loved her.