|Purred: Wed Aug 15, '12 6:57am PST |
|Every time I get flowers,when they start to fade,I place them on the graves of Misha and Molly,and the places my horses were put down when they were too sick to go on. The last death was in February. My beautiful colt,who I adopted when he was a 1 month old orphan.Despite having vet care from his first day here, he never developed right neurologically. He fell daily and could not get up on his own. Finally, at 650 # my husband and I could no longer help him up. He was having pain and oh the frustration of not being able to run and buck without falling and then being stuck on the ground until two of us could help him up. The last 3 months were awful but I kept hoping with meds and supplements he could grow out of it. He never did. The bigger he got the worse it was. Lori, just like Dougal, Jasper got a raw deal. I set one of my birthday roses in the spot where I had my beautiful,silly,smart,loved colt that could not control his legs put down. I cried ,still am. Who knows how long it will take for me this time. It has been 6 months and this is the first time I have been able to even write about him.
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