My childhood friend passed away last night at about 35 years old. She was technically the "grandchildren's" horse, but I was the most horse crazy and spent as much time with her as I could, whether it was riding, grooming, just spending time with her in her pasture.... I don't think I could have asked for a better horse to grow up on. She was the perfect babysitter, so sweet and gentle.
I hadn't seen her for months and my shoer said she looked the worst he'd seen her when he trimmed everyone last weekend. I had planned on visiting my grandparents yesterday but found out they had the flu and shingles.... Should have gone.
Anyways, her passing is long overdue. She didn't get the vet care I would have provided. To say she had severe arthritis is an understatement. She could hardly bend her front knees, whose legs were warped into disfigurement to compensate for her limited movement. Going blind.... Couldn't keep weight on. Several years ago, I'd [rather dramatically] tried to get my grandparents' to have her euthanized because of her horrible condition, but they refused, and she's been a touchy subject ever since.
So she's gone now, to her final resting place, wherever that may be. I hope she's in that big field in the sky, with my Jake, Brodhi, Rusty, and others running around her hunting for birds, while she grazes with my first pony. With much love, I'll go say my goodbyes this afternoon. For now, I'm going to go give kisses to Dandy and Orion....