CAYLA
Well-Known Member
He was down when I got to the stable, I was able to check him every hour as my stable is literally a 2 sec walk from my house.
From the last hour check to the next he went from standing up and looking miserable, to going down, struggling for breath and thrashing , I called my vet and she came straight out to put him to sleep.
To say I was distraught was a huge understatement, my mam came and my sister and her OH and my OH, I am exhausted with crying and im going to bed now as I feel ill with all the crying and have given myself a stinking headache which is swiftly turning to a migrane.
I lost my boy and it was prob my fault for changing his shitty main ring, I will never forgive myself for that
I have owned him since I was 11 years old, I chose him from a horse sanctuary rather than a bought one, and for my penance I got a very bad tempered pony that broke my arms more times tha I care to remember, he was stroppy and difficult and would not share his home with another horse, he loved a little goat I owned before I lost her and he loved the dogs, but hated other horses, strange people, the farrier and the vet, he made their lives a misery on visits..............but I loved him and he loved me, he had a huge character, we would laugh if we had a fires to burn rubbish or manure as he would stand over it like he was smoking the fumes, it seemed to calm him for sme odd reason, he also used to love watchign OH do diy, standing beside him dropping off to sleep, same when u stroked him or brushed his hair.
If you where more then an hour late with his dinner there woud be hell to pay and he would buck and rear to show his disgust, ad he would always give a paw before u gave him his food.
He became very calm and gentle in his older years and more cuddly choosing to follow me and OH around like a dog.
I love you with all my heart little man r.i.p Morgan xxxxxxxxxx
From the last hour check to the next he went from standing up and looking miserable, to going down, struggling for breath and thrashing , I called my vet and she came straight out to put him to sleep.
To say I was distraught was a huge understatement, my mam came and my sister and her OH and my OH, I am exhausted with crying and im going to bed now as I feel ill with all the crying and have given myself a stinking headache which is swiftly turning to a migrane.
I lost my boy and it was prob my fault for changing his shitty main ring, I will never forgive myself for that
I have owned him since I was 11 years old, I chose him from a horse sanctuary rather than a bought one, and for my penance I got a very bad tempered pony that broke my arms more times tha I care to remember, he was stroppy and difficult and would not share his home with another horse, he loved a little goat I owned before I lost her and he loved the dogs, but hated other horses, strange people, the farrier and the vet, he made their lives a misery on visits..............but I loved him and he loved me, he had a huge character, we would laugh if we had a fires to burn rubbish or manure as he would stand over it like he was smoking the fumes, it seemed to calm him for sme odd reason, he also used to love watchign OH do diy, standing beside him dropping off to sleep, same when u stroked him or brushed his hair.
If you where more then an hour late with his dinner there woud be hell to pay and he would buck and rear to show his disgust, ad he would always give a paw before u gave him his food.
He became very calm and gentle in his older years and more cuddly choosing to follow me and OH around like a dog.
I love you with all my heart little man r.i.p Morgan xxxxxxxxxx
