The first day of the New Year will always be a bit bittersweet for me...
For our wedding, DH realized my dream of making my own dressage horse from scratch, so together we bought Wasabi from my BO. She was my dream horse. Quiet, tolerant, good looking...
Then, on New Years morning, we got a call from my BO's husband to get out to the barn because Sabi was down and it didn't look good. She'd somehow managed to her hind legs between the bottom of her stall door and the floor, and torn them to shreds. I'll never forget the look on the vet's face when he showed up. I remember my BO asking 'the hardest question' and then him suggesting that we take her to the clinic to really see what was going on. So we did. She loaded like a dream, and was perfect for x-rays, despite the pain that she had to have been in.
He suggested that we put her under so we could clean out the wounds. So we did. I wish I had given her a snuggle before. They led her right past us, and she stopped and looked at me. I told her it would be fine, and I'd see her on the flip side.
After about an hour of waiting, the vet came back in with a syringe full of joint fluid. She had holes the size of bottle caps in both pastern joints. He showed us how he could push fluid right through. What was more, she had torn both rear check and suspension ligaments. He said that he could repair it, but that she'd would hardly have a chance of being even pasture sound, and that was if she didn't get an infection. She would have had to be on stall rest for a long time.
So we made the decision to let her go while she was still under.
I just wish I could have said goodbye.
RIP my little Sabi. June 2011- Jan. 1, 2012. We miss you! Her name plate and little leather halter are hanging up in my entry way. I touch them both every day. I have some tail hair in my jewelry box as well.
I am sorry you had to go through this. Sabi was truly special; incredibly sweet, affectionate, very well built and an awesome mover. Sometimes there isn't any any sense to be made of these things. Just know that you gave her the final gift of peace instead of forcing her to go through the hell that treatment would have been. You're due for some good horsie karma.
"The captive bolt is not a proper tool for slaughter of equids they regain consciousness 30 seconds after being struck fully aware they are being vivisected." Dr Friedlander DVM & frmr Chief USDA Insp
Thank you, for posting the picture, Ptowne, you took some really lovely ones that day!
She was a special girl. She got DH hooked on horses. I gave her Momma a lifelong home with a job, so I feel like I have a little piece of her still. It's just hard to see such a wonderful girl go away. I'm sure you all know.
Thank you for the kind words. They made the day a little easier. I really appreciate them.
Originally Posted by MistyBlue
I prefer them outside playing as opposed to standing in the barn aisle playing "I can crap more than you"