MissMincePie&Brandy
Well-Known Member
I had to do it 3 weeks ago. I'd had 'Polo' for 24 years, and he was now 33 years old. He was a shire x TB, and the arthritus in his legs was the reason he had to be pts.
I loved him very much, and I had always vowed that I would give him the best life a horse can have, but I wouldn't let him suffer at all, and when the time was right I would do it there and then.
Some people on my yard think I did it too soon I am sure, but they haven't said this to me face to face. However I knew him best, and the vets and myself had been keeping a close eye on him over the previous months, and he'd been on a lot of medication to relieve the pain in his joints for years. His condition slowly deteriorated to the extent where we were unable to keep him comfortable on medication, and I made the decision the day he struggled to walk from the stable to the field.
It was much harder in reality to do than I thought it would be, particularly as he was such a strong character and always very inquisitive, and unless you saw him walk, he looked very healthy, and had a lovely glossy coat and was a good weight.
He had a long, fabulous life with me and he enjoyed every day right up to the last.
(I'm crying again.....)
I loved him very much, and I had always vowed that I would give him the best life a horse can have, but I wouldn't let him suffer at all, and when the time was right I would do it there and then.
Some people on my yard think I did it too soon I am sure, but they haven't said this to me face to face. However I knew him best, and the vets and myself had been keeping a close eye on him over the previous months, and he'd been on a lot of medication to relieve the pain in his joints for years. His condition slowly deteriorated to the extent where we were unable to keep him comfortable on medication, and I made the decision the day he struggled to walk from the stable to the field.
It was much harder in reality to do than I thought it would be, particularly as he was such a strong character and always very inquisitive, and unless you saw him walk, he looked very healthy, and had a lovely glossy coat and was a good weight.
He had a long, fabulous life with me and he enjoyed every day right up to the last.
(I'm crying again.....)