luckyoldme
Well-Known Member
i had my 30 year old pts on Monday, the proffesionals were amazing it went very smoothly.
I want to put the circumstances on here and the after effects because right now i cant evan bear to think about my horse, and on night shift last night i heard on phrase over and over againl
My horse was at the very beggining of the visible signs of old age decline, i was royally ripped off when i bought him, but given i only wanted a happy hacker i decided to fight through the initial carnage which we did, and we had a lovely 10 years strolling around the lovely area we live in. We ended up living in livery bliss for the last 7 years with others on a small holding where everyone just rubbed along, No one fell out believe it or not and we just mucked in and helped each other out. I ve posted on here too about how lucky i felt and that i thought the world of the owner.
When new liveries came, things changed, fur was flying in all directions and the owner made it very obvious he was firmly in their camp and the friendship i had valued was effectively over. I immediately made the decision to move. Part of that decision was to have my old boy pts.
I made that decision , If I hadnt felt pushed out of where we were I would have given him a bit longer, but ultimately I needed to leave and at 30 i felt it was better for my old boy to end his story where we had been for the last 7 years. The last few days before he went he was stranded at the bottom of the field, i had to almost force him to come in for his feed. He was struggling on the frozen ground, but on the day we put him to sleep he looked about 2 year old bright and beautiful. Im afraid to say it but money did come into my decision , I have a 6 year old i bought from the owner of the yard and wasn t expecting to have to find somewhere new I have changed jobs and it was allways hanging over me if something went wrong what if i could nt afford to sort it.
So basicly those are the facts. Ive tried to be fair to everyone and not big myself up.
the day my horse was pts i had asked for the privacy to spend time with my horse. I was denied this and the new liveries hung around till just before the vet came. This really really upset me but i kept my head down and we got through immediately after i left with my other horse. Having cleared my stuff out beforehand.
Ther following day In a phone call discussing the return of money owed (he was very good about that) i was accused of stealing 2 yellow buckets (i did take buckets there and I did bring 2 home but i told him rather than make a big do of it he could have them) ...the owner told me that i am a disgrace for having my horse put down as there was nothing wrong with him and i was supposed to love him.
The reason that I am writing this is that i can t tell how much damage those words have done. I knew my horse for 10 years and evan when for the last month i hated the yard i was up there at 6 every morning to take care of him and avoid people.
I did a night shift last night, and i heard those words over and over again. If they were spoken to break my heart it worked. I know people will tell me how mean he is and the really mad thing is that he sent his own horse to slaughter (no judgement here, just odd to do that then criticise me for what i did for my old boy)
I spoke to lady today who told me its the owners who dont make the decision who are the disgrace.
I hope my horse is resting in peace, but right now i cant evan bear to think about him..i am just so bloody distraught.
I want to put the circumstances on here and the after effects because right now i cant evan bear to think about my horse, and on night shift last night i heard on phrase over and over againl
My horse was at the very beggining of the visible signs of old age decline, i was royally ripped off when i bought him, but given i only wanted a happy hacker i decided to fight through the initial carnage which we did, and we had a lovely 10 years strolling around the lovely area we live in. We ended up living in livery bliss for the last 7 years with others on a small holding where everyone just rubbed along, No one fell out believe it or not and we just mucked in and helped each other out. I ve posted on here too about how lucky i felt and that i thought the world of the owner.
When new liveries came, things changed, fur was flying in all directions and the owner made it very obvious he was firmly in their camp and the friendship i had valued was effectively over. I immediately made the decision to move. Part of that decision was to have my old boy pts.
I made that decision , If I hadnt felt pushed out of where we were I would have given him a bit longer, but ultimately I needed to leave and at 30 i felt it was better for my old boy to end his story where we had been for the last 7 years. The last few days before he went he was stranded at the bottom of the field, i had to almost force him to come in for his feed. He was struggling on the frozen ground, but on the day we put him to sleep he looked about 2 year old bright and beautiful. Im afraid to say it but money did come into my decision , I have a 6 year old i bought from the owner of the yard and wasn t expecting to have to find somewhere new I have changed jobs and it was allways hanging over me if something went wrong what if i could nt afford to sort it.
So basicly those are the facts. Ive tried to be fair to everyone and not big myself up.
the day my horse was pts i had asked for the privacy to spend time with my horse. I was denied this and the new liveries hung around till just before the vet came. This really really upset me but i kept my head down and we got through immediately after i left with my other horse. Having cleared my stuff out beforehand.
Ther following day In a phone call discussing the return of money owed (he was very good about that) i was accused of stealing 2 yellow buckets (i did take buckets there and I did bring 2 home but i told him rather than make a big do of it he could have them) ...the owner told me that i am a disgrace for having my horse put down as there was nothing wrong with him and i was supposed to love him.
The reason that I am writing this is that i can t tell how much damage those words have done. I knew my horse for 10 years and evan when for the last month i hated the yard i was up there at 6 every morning to take care of him and avoid people.
I did a night shift last night, and i heard those words over and over again. If they were spoken to break my heart it worked. I know people will tell me how mean he is and the really mad thing is that he sent his own horse to slaughter (no judgement here, just odd to do that then criticise me for what i did for my old boy)
I spoke to lady today who told me its the owners who dont make the decision who are the disgrace.
I hope my horse is resting in peace, but right now i cant evan bear to think about him..i am just so bloody distraught.