Art Fawcett
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This feels pretty dumb, but I am so down it's hard to focus. I lost a friend today. He was sick when I found him a year ago, I nursed him back to health, we went on my rides together, got to know each other through crisis and conflict, and in the end I really liked the guy, he became my friend.
His name was Bronze and was my Paint Quarterhorse. Last night, like every other night, I walked him from the pasture into the barn for his "overnight" feeding and rest and it seemed like so many other nights, uneventful. When going in to feed him today, he was down, writhing in pain, worn open wounds into his face, and bleeding. Overnight his intestines twisted and kinked, creating toxins that left him beyond hope by the time I got him to the vet. I had to let him go with some peace and whatever dignity death affords rather than let the ravages take him. As I write this post I am waiting for him to be delivered back home so that I can bury him overlooking the pasture he loved and was at home in.
I never imagined that I could become so attatched to a horse. The ranch won't be the same without him
His name was Bronze and was my Paint Quarterhorse. Last night, like every other night, I walked him from the pasture into the barn for his "overnight" feeding and rest and it seemed like so many other nights, uneventful. When going in to feed him today, he was down, writhing in pain, worn open wounds into his face, and bleeding. Overnight his intestines twisted and kinked, creating toxins that left him beyond hope by the time I got him to the vet. I had to let him go with some peace and whatever dignity death affords rather than let the ravages take him. As I write this post I am waiting for him to be delivered back home so that I can bury him overlooking the pasture he loved and was at home in.
I never imagined that I could become so attatched to a horse. The ranch won't be the same without him