PennywithHenry
Well-Known Member
Why is it that life seems so cruel sometimes?
I checked on Henry last night just after eleven, before I went to bed, and he was absolutely fine. After a cuddle and a kiss I left him happily munching.
Just after 7am this morning I found him pressed against the wall of his stable, and there was blood everywhere. It was all over his bed, smeared up the walls, and pouring from his nose. He tried to come to me, I think, anyway, I'm not sure, as he was pretty disoriented, but just couldn't coordinate himself.
The vet came and thinks that it was a haemmorhage sp? The option was there to transport him to Oakham, but the vet thought that the outlook was bleak, if he survived the journey.
So the decision was made to have him euthanised. I'd like to think that he died peacefully in my arms, but, to be honest, I don't think that he knew I was with him.
Henry was with me such a short time, but he made a huge impression. He was doing so well and I feel honoured to have owned him.
I'm ashamed to say I don't know all the details of the vets diagnosis, he was talking to my husband whilst I was outside throwing up, but it seemed so unfair to put him through the ordeal of travelling etc for such a small chance of success.
It's just so unfair, to come from such an awful place into a promised home for life, and be taken away, so shortly after.
RIP Hens, we'll never forget you xxx
I checked on Henry last night just after eleven, before I went to bed, and he was absolutely fine. After a cuddle and a kiss I left him happily munching.
Just after 7am this morning I found him pressed against the wall of his stable, and there was blood everywhere. It was all over his bed, smeared up the walls, and pouring from his nose. He tried to come to me, I think, anyway, I'm not sure, as he was pretty disoriented, but just couldn't coordinate himself.
The vet came and thinks that it was a haemmorhage sp? The option was there to transport him to Oakham, but the vet thought that the outlook was bleak, if he survived the journey.
So the decision was made to have him euthanised. I'd like to think that he died peacefully in my arms, but, to be honest, I don't think that he knew I was with him.
Henry was with me such a short time, but he made a huge impression. He was doing so well and I feel honoured to have owned him.
I'm ashamed to say I don't know all the details of the vets diagnosis, he was talking to my husband whilst I was outside throwing up, but it seemed so unfair to put him through the ordeal of travelling etc for such a small chance of success.
It's just so unfair, to come from such an awful place into a promised home for life, and be taken away, so shortly after.
RIP Hens, we'll never forget you xxx
