PalOfThePonies
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Last week I had to say goodbye to my first pony, I’d only had him four months. ?
(Apologies, please skip ahead to the next paragraph if you don’t want to read the story.)
Unfortunately he was colicking, suffering with strangulation of the small intestine. Despite his clinical signs being very mild, only flank watching, no appetite and slightly high heart rate, I could tell he wasn’t right so called the vet after getting him in from the field. After she had been and administered drugs I waited around to watch for improvements. He then started refluxing stomach acid through his nose so immediately called the vets again who referred him into a practice. Thankfully, the lovely ladies on the yard took him for me and he was immediately taken in to assess. The vets informed me that his lactate levels in his blood were about 8 (they should be between 0-2), and he had probably been colicing for some time, maybe several days. Chances of surgery working were very very slim and even if the surgery worked he would have to have his stomach pumped for several days to weeks afterwards. I made the very difficult decision to let him go and end his pain.
I am heartbroken, for so many reasons: the fact I only got such a short time with him, that he is truly gone, that I will never find another like him. He wasn’t what I was looking for - a skinny bay horse that was quite unremarkable but he was perfect, genuinely the nicest horse who never did anything wrong and always tried his best. He’d been abandoned at a livery yard by his last owner and came to me out of work and in pretty poor condition. We were finally starting to get somewhere and I’d dreamed of so many plans for us that will now never happen, he was meant to be a forever horse. I know I made the right decision at the time, but I feel terrible that he could have been hurting for several days and if something had been done earlier he may still be with us. He never showed any signs of colic in the days before, a good appetite, begging for treats. There were no signs of him thrashing or biting his stomach and I wished he had been a little less brave so I could have helped him.
It’s only been a few days and I feel so much grief, I’m very lucky to have not experienced much loss in my life, so this kind of pain is very new. However I can’t stop thinking about getting another, now I could never replace him, he was one of a kind, but I feel so much emptiness. Being able to go to the yard twice a day was a great stress reliever and I’m not sure how I will cope without it. I feel guilty for thinking of wanting another pony so soon and conflicted in wanting to go to the yard to be surrounded by people who understand me but not wanting to be reminded that he’s no longer waiting for me there.
I am going to continue paying for my stable for now and I think just wait until all the insurance/finances are sorted and then tentatively start looking, with the view that it will take at least a couple of months to find the right one.
I apologise for the long ramble-y post, I just needed to voice my feelings and I know this is a safe space to do so.
(Apologies, please skip ahead to the next paragraph if you don’t want to read the story.)
Unfortunately he was colicking, suffering with strangulation of the small intestine. Despite his clinical signs being very mild, only flank watching, no appetite and slightly high heart rate, I could tell he wasn’t right so called the vet after getting him in from the field. After she had been and administered drugs I waited around to watch for improvements. He then started refluxing stomach acid through his nose so immediately called the vets again who referred him into a practice. Thankfully, the lovely ladies on the yard took him for me and he was immediately taken in to assess. The vets informed me that his lactate levels in his blood were about 8 (they should be between 0-2), and he had probably been colicing for some time, maybe several days. Chances of surgery working were very very slim and even if the surgery worked he would have to have his stomach pumped for several days to weeks afterwards. I made the very difficult decision to let him go and end his pain.
I am heartbroken, for so many reasons: the fact I only got such a short time with him, that he is truly gone, that I will never find another like him. He wasn’t what I was looking for - a skinny bay horse that was quite unremarkable but he was perfect, genuinely the nicest horse who never did anything wrong and always tried his best. He’d been abandoned at a livery yard by his last owner and came to me out of work and in pretty poor condition. We were finally starting to get somewhere and I’d dreamed of so many plans for us that will now never happen, he was meant to be a forever horse. I know I made the right decision at the time, but I feel terrible that he could have been hurting for several days and if something had been done earlier he may still be with us. He never showed any signs of colic in the days before, a good appetite, begging for treats. There were no signs of him thrashing or biting his stomach and I wished he had been a little less brave so I could have helped him.
It’s only been a few days and I feel so much grief, I’m very lucky to have not experienced much loss in my life, so this kind of pain is very new. However I can’t stop thinking about getting another, now I could never replace him, he was one of a kind, but I feel so much emptiness. Being able to go to the yard twice a day was a great stress reliever and I’m not sure how I will cope without it. I feel guilty for thinking of wanting another pony so soon and conflicted in wanting to go to the yard to be surrounded by people who understand me but not wanting to be reminded that he’s no longer waiting for me there.
I am going to continue paying for my stable for now and I think just wait until all the insurance/finances are sorted and then tentatively start looking, with the view that it will take at least a couple of months to find the right one.
I apologise for the long ramble-y post, I just needed to voice my feelings and I know this is a safe space to do so.