Last night he was showing the first signs of heart faliure. There was nothing the vet could do for him and I didn't want to allow him to get any worse. I think it was brought on by the heat.
I fed him loads of carrots and a big breakfast (which he didn't finish), groomed him and oiled his hooves so he went looking like he was cared for.
I was expecting it, but not so soon. RIP my lovely boy.
so sorry to hear this, just remember the good times. We had our mare pts last week and it was the hardest thing we have ever had to do. May he run free
Bless him, what a loss you will be feeling, I cried when I read your post. Bless you, take care of yourself, cherish the memories coz no-one can take that from you; and your boy will wait in That Better Place till you come to join him.
Oh poo I'm crying too... so sad. Remember all the good times but allow yourself to grieve as well. It's 15 years since I lost my first pony and I still think of her frequently and all the good times we had. Hugs xx
Oh no! I must have missed this. I had no idea he was getting frail.
I too made ours beautiful - well, added a few final touches to what was the prettiest little pony in the whole world - just before she left.
We were lucky, I suppose to have had that luxury. He certainly wanted no better owner than he had in you. He'll have arrived at The Bridge looking so very smart - and promptly rolled! That's what I like to think, anyway x
So very sorry for your loss, be proud of the fact that you did this one last loving thing for your horse, one that he will be i am certain of, thankful for.
He will be over Rainbow Bridge running round with all the other beautiful horses.
When i had my best friend pts 2 years ago, someone wrote this poem in a card and it gave me great comfort, i hope it does for you.
Don't cry for the horses that life has set free.
A million white horses, forever to be.
Don't cry for the horses now in God's hands.
As they dance and prance to a heavenly band.
They were ours as a gift, but never to keep
As they close their eyes, forever to sleep.
Their spirits unbound, forever to fly.
A million white horses, against the blue sky.
Look up into Heaven. You will see them above.
The horse we lost, the horse we loved.
Manes and tails flying, they gallop through time.
They were never yours, they were never mine.
Don't cry for the horses, they will be back someday.
When our time has come, they will show us the way.
Do you hear that soft nicker close to your ear?
Don't cry for the horses, love the ones that are here.
MahoganyBay - it was no good that peom telling me not to cry, reading it made me do exactly that!
Brigtheyes - He ahd not shown any signs of frailty until yesterday. I stopped riding him because he was too keen for his own good and would wear himself out - but in a way it showed that he was feeling good. Yesterday he had filled legs (something he has never suffered with and what my vet told me was one of the first signs that the end was nigh). He was also very sleepy and slow, taking tiny steps and dragging his feet, yet the day before you wouldn't have known that there was anything wrong with him.