June Bug wrote:CW: Euthanasia (No need to engage if this upsets you <3)
I'm facing the possibility that it's time to put my boy down and I'm kind of struggling with it. I've bent over backwards to keep him healthy and happy, but it seems as though his Cushings and Insulin Resistance have now progressed to a point where we can't seem to keep his chemistry in balance. He has rotation in both front feet (10 degrees on the right, 14 degrees on the left) and is in supportive shoes. He's been on a strict diet, heavy doses of meds, and a careful exercise program, but he's now laminitic for the second time this winter despite all this.
I'm very afraid that he'll try to slough a hoof again (we managed to keep it from doing so ~5 years ago after a post-founder abscess) and don't want to put him through that again now that he's older and less otherwise stable.
He's currently comfortable on nsaids, but other than waiting it out, we don't really have any other paths to take. Hes bright and engaged, so I don't think he's really ready, but I also don't want to wait until he's really hurting.
Any words of encouragement that I'd be making the right decision to pick a day now before it gets worse would be very welcome. I've assisted with many a euthanasia of horses I've known and loved through the years, but this is the first time I'll be putting my own down.
Sorry for how long and upsetting this is, haha ^^;
Ah, JuneBug, and Hime in fact, I'm sorry to hear this. It's the awful inevitable with these big guys, huh? I've never owned a horse of my own, and so I've never had to be the one to make The Choice. My old coach used to say 'rather a week too early than a second too late'. And I really resonate with that. Sending lots of love and good vibes to you, feel free to DM if you need to talk it out. I remember when both of you were younger on this thread, when you bought Granix, when he was Grande. Hime I wanna hear about the Icelandic Pony family.
I've just moved to the UK for university and I started taking riding lessons at the place affiliated with the university in November? Maybe October.
Guys. I'm having a really nice time.
There was that initial weird sussing-out moment from the horse people, been sitting on a bunch of school ponies, couple of schoolmasters, but now sort of moving towards schoolmasters/babies and onto the More Exciting horses. They sort of tested me out with a Big Bay warmblood/Irish Draught gelding schoolmaster (who handed my ass to me a little, but I won't lie I loved it, 10/10 would do again) and then I had sort of a rough ride on a lesson pony who'd been trouble in the school (the lesson before, I'd gotten this just GORGEOUS 13hh skewbald New Forest mare pulled out of the New Forest as a feralish mare with a foal at foot, 8 years old and cute as a button, and JUST like a pony I used to ride back at home. The coach kept shouting out,
'She looks really happy!' and tbh I was glad because I was having a fantastic time on her, pressing all her lil buttons. She had ALL the transitions in place, from halt to canter and back down to halt. She had a lil leg yield! And a not-half-bad shoulder-in. Maybe the nicest I'd managed to ride lateral-work). And then I had a rough ride and felt very dejected because other Trouble School Pony didn't magically turn angelic for me like the previous Trouble School Pony (tbh I came off him 45 minutes later feeling as if I'd made the problem worse, not better).
And then on Monday I got Bob
Bob is REALLY FRIGGING CUTE. He's a big old Irish Cob/drum horse type, with stupid big hairy feet and a dumb white face, one brown one blue eye, a MOUSTACHE (!) with funny dark ears and a blue roan/sabino thing going on. He's a looker. About 8 years old, comes from a maybe not so nice home (origin story unclear) and the instructor describes him to me as 'a bit tense' when I'm getting on. And she's standing at my knee looking up at me, and I suddenly felt 15 years old with my old instructor from back home standing next to me and talking me through a new horse before a ride. It felt good to remember that I've got hours under my belt and experience, LOTS of different horses and mostly successful rides. Some real bad ones thrown in there, but when I look back at those really bad rides later, they're probably the ones where I learnt the most about myself, the ones that changed me for the better.
And I just sort of had a ride and enjoyed it. And it was simple. A little wiggly sometimes, a bit messy on the right rein, but he was an uncomplicated, fundamentally good loveable baby who just wanted to do a good job. He tried so very hard. His feet are Very Big and hairy and cantering is hard work, but he tried his best at laterals. And we had fun together and were both better for it and I'd happily do it again.
And that's where I'm at. Next lesson's on Monday evening.