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Einstein would be proud of my Insanity...
We got caught in a doom loop. He needed to be box rested to cure his injuries. Resting caused him to become so weak that he looked like an old brood mare. It was shocking how quickly he fell apart physically. In his last days, his face was a mask of misery. His only future was to injure himself again every time he felt well enough to run about, because he wasn't strong enough to hold his wonky bones together. It was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I have never loved any creature as much as I did him. Of all the horses I've ever had, why did it have to be him?