drpepper
Bronze Member
We lost an old horse yesterday. It was quite an ordeal. We had owned Duke for quite a few years. He was a good old horse. Best we can figure, he was 26 or 27. The wife called me at work that he was down. I rushed home, and there she was in the pasture with him. He could only move his neck and head. He was down on his side. It was obvious what needed to be done, but I called the vet to make sure. Besides, I couldn't do it myself. The vet is a nice old guy, with a heart of gold. Duke had most likely had a stroke, and in his opinion would not recover. We stayed with Duke while the shots were given. Cricket my little Arabian mare would not leave him. It was so sad! Of course, it was Good Friday and we had a heck of a time getting a backhoe out here to bury him. Duke is burried in the pasture he loved so much. The only thing we ever expected of him was to be a pasture ornament. Duke was the herd boss, and the other horses are missing him terribly. My wife is taking it very hard. She babied him a lot. He was her boy. Other than being old and stiff, he was doing well. No hints of a problem. We always gave him a little extra sweet feed to keep his weight on. Looked good for an old horse. You have to take the bad with the good, but **** sometimes it's hard.