Sleep tight Dorey pony

Sleep peacefully Dorey x

For what its worth, I hope you can gain some comfort from finding her looking peaceful & I hope sincerely that she simply did just lay down to sleep. Big hugs & lots of feel better cake xxxx
 
it deeply saddens me to read this as i know Dorey meant the world to you that some comfort in knowing she passed peacefully in her sleep and with no struggle. You will still be in shock but when that eases enjoy River and remember her mother created her . Hugs to you and run free Dorey
 
From what we can piece together, Dorey ate her dinner and her hay, had her usual evening sleep, got up, suffered massive cardiac or respiratory failure and died, hitting the ground dead. She probably didn't even know.

I'm comforted that even with a crack team of surgeons on standby outside her stable and her spending all evening prepped for surgery, what happened would have been so severe and so fast, nothing could have stopped it.

It's also a blessing, albeit a selfish one, that she has been lame for so long. The underlying problem would have proved disastrous had I been riding her at the time. In fact, being lame may have prolonged her life.

So my lovely little pony had a fabulous live and died knowing everyone who knew her loved her dearly. She neither suffered nor felt pain. I also know there is nothing that could have been done.

It's worth remembering all though that our horses are fragile things. I'd never ever have expected what happened to her and I never ever expected to open my stable door to find my horse already fast asleep. I might have stopped to give her that extra hug at night if I'd realised.

The true tragedy is that on Monday, I did hug her extra tight, knowing she was likely to be PTS next month. I bawled my eyes out. Did she somehow know? Did somehow her own broken heart help her pass quickly knowing she was saving me the pain of making the decision? I guess we'll never know.

But I know there will never ever in a million years be a horse like her. My giant laborador in a horses body. The horse who taught me to understand her as much as I taught her to understand me. Even her daughter is nothing on her mother.

RIP Dorey pony. Look after my Cariad and Emma and don't you three tarts get up to too much mischief. Not sure the Rainbow Pastures are ready for you.
 
Serenity087 said:
From what we can piece together, Dorey ate her dinner and her hay, had her usual evening sleep, got up, suffered massive cardiac or respiratory failure and died, hitting the ground dead. She probably didn't even know.

I'm comforted that even with a crack team of surgeons on standby outside her stable and her spending all evening prepped for surgery, what happened would have been so severe and so fast, nothing could have stopped it.

It's also a blessing, albeit a selfish one, that she has been lame for so long. The underlying problem would have proved disastrous had I been riding her at the time. In fact, being lame may have prolonged her life.

So my lovely little pony had a fabulous live and died knowing everyone who knew her loved her dearly. She neither suffered nor felt pain. I also know there is nothing that could have been done.

It's worth remembering all though that our horses are fragile things. I'd never ever have expected what happened to her and I never ever expected to open my stable door to find my horse already fast asleep. I might have stopped to give her that extra hug at night if I'd realised.

The true tragedy is that on Monday, I did hug her extra tight, knowing she was likely to be PTS next month. I bawled my eyes out. Did she somehow know? Did somehow her own broken heart help her pass quickly knowing she was saving me the pain of making the decision? I guess we'll never know.

But I know there will never ever in a million years be a horse like her. My giant laborador in a horses body. The horse who taught me to understand her as much as I taught her to understand me. Even her daughter is nothing on her mother.

RIP Dorey pony. Look after my Cariad and Emma and don't you three tarts get up to too much mischief. Not sure the Rainbow Pastures are ready for you.
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Bless you Serenity, thinking of you today

xx
 
I am so sorry to hear of your loss. I am sure it was a total shock to find her, however you seem to have taken comfort in the way she went, which by the sounds of it was very quick and something she wouldve known nothing about. It was a passing, free of 'what ifs' and 'maybes' and while you didn't get the chance to give her a propper goodbye I do agree that she did it for you... to save you the agonising pain of making that final decision

A gelding at my yard went in a similar way a few years ago... it was some other liveries who found him rather than the owner and although a complete shock, by far the easiest way for him to go on all involved.

Big hugs to you xx run free Dorey xxx
 
A friend of mine was struggling to face the inevitable of having her elderly pony put to sleep, on vet's advice, at the end of September a couple of years ago. A pony who she had rescued from cruelty many years before and who she loved dearly. She walked out to the paddock one late August morning and pony was fast asleep in her usual spot in the sun by the gate, she never woke and had gone peacefully as she was. It brought my friend some comfort that she was saved the final act, like you she felt that the old pony somehow knew and went on her own to lessen the hurt. I hope you find that comfort too.

RIP Dorey.
 
Thank you L. Something about being surrounded by photos of her seems to make her still here in some way. It's a struggle to not go down the yard to give her her dinner...

Just been to see her boyfriend at his yard and all the horses gathered round me to pay their respects. It's so very amazing the emotional capabilities of these animals.

Shame they're probably more apt at communicatin emotionally than my father... who dared to even mutter the dreaded "oh well" last night...
 
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