girlmoose
Well-Known Member
Yes, but it's usually frustration with myself cause I feel rubbish about myself!
I had a lovely Shire gelding named Deacon, black with 4 whites and a blaze. I used him for under saddle but mostly for driving. He came in limping one morning and the vet said, "He's got an abcess" The next day he was laying in his box, shivering and moaning. He foundered badly. He was in his box for the next 5 months except for vet visits and my farrier shoeing him with Steward Clogs. Full rotation of the coffin bone. He wasn't going to get better, so why have him suffer.
I called the vet to have him put down...and for the first time in 5 months I led him out of the barn. He was a perfect gentleman. You could see him getting taller and taller as he realized he was going outside. He was going to have a lovely field full of grass for his final 4 hours. He walked into the field, I turned him around and turned him loose. He turned and literally jumped 2' in the air...he looked around and i could see him go, "There's GRASS!!!" and after 5 months, he was grazing. By the end of his time, Deacon was lame...but he was so happy outside and being a horse again.
All too soon I was holding his head as he was put down and then sitting there on the ground patting his head and tearing up all over the place. Deacon was ever the gentleman and a great horse...and a friend.