lex2501
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Today has been the day that I have dreaded for the past couple of years. Our dear old horse Mr Mo has been finding it progressively harder to get to his feet after rolling in the field, and after the last few times where it took 3 people to help him, we had to face the decision to say enough is enough. It was heartbreaking to see him totally vulnerable and quite clearly exhausted. I could see in his eyes that he was telling me that he couldn't do it any more, and mum saw it too so our decision was made.
It was an agonising decision to reach not only because he is so incredibly special to us, but because he remained as bright as a button when up on his feet, still held his weight brilliantly and still had a sparkle in his eye despite the grand old age of 28. We couldn't bare for our noble, beautiful, loyal horse to leave the world in an undignified manner though, and we would never have been able to forgive ourselves if we had let it reach the inevitable situation in which the decision would be made for us.
I have found the past week unbearable. I have been so torn between my head and my heart. As well as feeling immense sadness, I have felt such guilt. Mo has been the most incredible friend to me and my mum for the last 15 years - allowing us both such freedom because we knew we could trust him, quite literally with our lives. To then feel like we were betraying him when he trusted us so deeply in return has hurt so much. He was such a sensitive, loyal, intelligent, noble and gentle horse who knew who his family were, and was wary of strangers, so to feel that we ultimately leading him to his death when he trusted us has been torture. I just wish we could have had a way to explain to him
Today was the day Mo left us. And now I'm stuck for words. I am overwhelmed with sadness which I hope will slowly be replaced with all the many fond memories I have of him.
The other great sadness for me is watching Billy grieve. They were best of friends, and spent all day everyday grazing side by side, practically sharing a blade of grass. They were always nose to nose over their stable doors every morning. It was clear that Billy had such respect for the old boy, and was so gentle and loving towards him. To now hear him calling for his best friend with no reply is heartbreaking. Hopefully we can help each other muddle through the next few weeks.
I wanted to post a thread on here as a tribute to our incredibly special boy. I can honestly say that I firmly believe that my love for horses is directly attributable to having Mr Mo as my first horse. I owe him so much.
And finally, a few words for you Mo -
Thank you. Thank you for being the most incredibly kind, forgiving and loyal friend to both me and mum. We could not have wished for a better horse and we were so incredibly lucky to have you in our lives. You will never be forgotten, and you will be missed every single day. I hope you have found the peace and happiness that you so deserve wherever you are. You are very dearly loved my boy. Sleep tight xxxxxxxxxx
Our beautiful boy:
It was an agonising decision to reach not only because he is so incredibly special to us, but because he remained as bright as a button when up on his feet, still held his weight brilliantly and still had a sparkle in his eye despite the grand old age of 28. We couldn't bare for our noble, beautiful, loyal horse to leave the world in an undignified manner though, and we would never have been able to forgive ourselves if we had let it reach the inevitable situation in which the decision would be made for us.
I have found the past week unbearable. I have been so torn between my head and my heart. As well as feeling immense sadness, I have felt such guilt. Mo has been the most incredible friend to me and my mum for the last 15 years - allowing us both such freedom because we knew we could trust him, quite literally with our lives. To then feel like we were betraying him when he trusted us so deeply in return has hurt so much. He was such a sensitive, loyal, intelligent, noble and gentle horse who knew who his family were, and was wary of strangers, so to feel that we ultimately leading him to his death when he trusted us has been torture. I just wish we could have had a way to explain to him
Today was the day Mo left us. And now I'm stuck for words. I am overwhelmed with sadness which I hope will slowly be replaced with all the many fond memories I have of him.
The other great sadness for me is watching Billy grieve. They were best of friends, and spent all day everyday grazing side by side, practically sharing a blade of grass. They were always nose to nose over their stable doors every morning. It was clear that Billy had such respect for the old boy, and was so gentle and loving towards him. To now hear him calling for his best friend with no reply is heartbreaking. Hopefully we can help each other muddle through the next few weeks.
I wanted to post a thread on here as a tribute to our incredibly special boy. I can honestly say that I firmly believe that my love for horses is directly attributable to having Mr Mo as my first horse. I owe him so much.
And finally, a few words for you Mo -
Thank you. Thank you for being the most incredibly kind, forgiving and loyal friend to both me and mum. We could not have wished for a better horse and we were so incredibly lucky to have you in our lives. You will never be forgotten, and you will be missed every single day. I hope you have found the peace and happiness that you so deserve wherever you are. You are very dearly loved my boy. Sleep tight xxxxxxxxxx
Our beautiful boy:
