Nudibranch
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This morning the vet came and we decided to have my little old Cushings mare pts. When I made the appointment I said it might be pts, but he didn't bring the gun. I've always had them shot as I didn't want to take the risk but he persuaded me injections are "safe".
She didn't go down. In fact she fought it for nearly an hour and a half. I ran, blinded with tears, round to the kennels to see if the houndsman was in. Sadly, he wasn't. Then we waited while the vet drove back to the practice 20 miles away to fetch the gun. He said he didn't want to give her more because that might make things worse.
OH is away until tonight so we waited alone, just me and her, and I held her head and talked to her while she struggled down and up. After some time she went down and stayed there, and so I held her head in my lap. Every time I moved she tried to struggle up so eventually we ended up lying on the floor together, and I stroked her face and talked, and cried and cried. 26 years together and I won't ever forgive myself for this. Finally the vet came back with the gun and it was over. No horse should have to die like that.
My only comfort is that my being with her did seem to calm her. So my faithful little pony is gone and at least now she won't suffer any longer. She was smart, brave, loyal, cheeky, stubborn, and a master escapologist. My first childhood pony, bought for the princely sum of £150. We rode all over the Welsh countryside and when I outgrew her we drove instead. We did shows, and all day hacks with my best mate and her pony. She came with me up to the north east and lived her last days on beautiful rolling fields overlooking Hadrian's Wall. I am devastated she has gone, but even more devastated by the way it happened.
Thanks to everyone who posted on my other thread by the way, at least she is at peace now.
She didn't go down. In fact she fought it for nearly an hour and a half. I ran, blinded with tears, round to the kennels to see if the houndsman was in. Sadly, he wasn't. Then we waited while the vet drove back to the practice 20 miles away to fetch the gun. He said he didn't want to give her more because that might make things worse.
OH is away until tonight so we waited alone, just me and her, and I held her head and talked to her while she struggled down and up. After some time she went down and stayed there, and so I held her head in my lap. Every time I moved she tried to struggle up so eventually we ended up lying on the floor together, and I stroked her face and talked, and cried and cried. 26 years together and I won't ever forgive myself for this. Finally the vet came back with the gun and it was over. No horse should have to die like that.
My only comfort is that my being with her did seem to calm her. So my faithful little pony is gone and at least now she won't suffer any longer. She was smart, brave, loyal, cheeky, stubborn, and a master escapologist. My first childhood pony, bought for the princely sum of £150. We rode all over the Welsh countryside and when I outgrew her we drove instead. We did shows, and all day hacks with my best mate and her pony. She came with me up to the north east and lived her last days on beautiful rolling fields overlooking Hadrian's Wall. I am devastated she has gone, but even more devastated by the way it happened.
Thanks to everyone who posted on my other thread by the way, at least she is at peace now.