Sophstar
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It all happened so fast, but last night I had to say goodbye to my beautiful best friend Quidley. (Luckily) I was up late sorting out fencing in the field when he first went down. At first it appeared he was lying down to sleep and have a scratch, but he was up and down on the floor and getting more agitated. I grabbed him and took him straight in the school and got him walking and a few short trots and he seemed to settle a bit more. The emergency vet arrived within an hour by which point he was exhausted and had gotten a lot worse and laying flat out with what appeared to be spasms. She pumped him full of painkillers and sedatives, examined him and the large colon was displaced. I disappeared to get water ready to flush his stomach by which point the vet came to find me to say he had gone down again despite all the drugs. She wanted him into surgery but I refused, he was exhausted so she agreed to attempt flushing his stomach. It was empty and despite another round of painkillers he went down again and was so exhausted he laid there. I had to make the call. Within less than 2 hours he was gone. I told him how much I loved him, how it had been such a pleasure knowing him and trust him to go looking like such a sandy coated tramp, as well as who on earth was his best friend going to annoy now. After several kisses, he went peacefully and even managed to make the completely unhorsey OH cry. I brought the brat pony in, his best friend in to say goodbye so he had his closure and so the 2 of us can grieve together. I am so glad I was there to help him and the utmost thanks to my vet who was so gentle with him as we said goodbye. We shared a giggle as she attempted to cut some of his ridiculously thick mane and then struggled to get one of his shoes off so hats off to my farrier for a good job!
So Quidley, the woolly bear cob, the pony who would roll in the thickest mud before I arrived to ride and always looked so mighty pleased with himself. The pony whose nicker could melt the stoniest of hearts who was the gentleman of the yard, the bossy yet gentle leader of his herd and had the patience of a saint to deal with the brat's fidgeting and nipping everyday. A pony who would happily plod round the block, yet could out race horses twice his size and would demand a belly scratch everyday by following me round the field. It was a pleasure, every single day to have known you, cared for you and ridden your clumsy self.
The brat and I will take one day at a time and be sure my best friend, you will never ever be forgotten xxx
So Quidley, the woolly bear cob, the pony who would roll in the thickest mud before I arrived to ride and always looked so mighty pleased with himself. The pony whose nicker could melt the stoniest of hearts who was the gentleman of the yard, the bossy yet gentle leader of his herd and had the patience of a saint to deal with the brat's fidgeting and nipping everyday. A pony who would happily plod round the block, yet could out race horses twice his size and would demand a belly scratch everyday by following me round the field. It was a pleasure, every single day to have known you, cared for you and ridden your clumsy self.
The brat and I will take one day at a time and be sure my best friend, you will never ever be forgotten xxx