outsiders_girl
04-09-2006, 08:11 PM
Miss Blue sadly had to be put down, around 3 am Friday morning. She had twisted her gut and the only option was surgery. Not only was that not an option for them, but she probably wouldn't have made it through the trailer ride, let alone the surgery.
I got a call later that night asking if I wanted to say my goodbyes. I went- I had to... I'd feel worse if I didn't. I got there, and the vet had been there since 8 pm. He stayed until about 3 am with us until we put her down.
I didn't own Blue... I leased her over the summer and although I never owned her, I was so close to her... and I am so upset that this had to happen to "my" pony. Right before we put her down, we walked her over to the other side of the property, and as we were going towards the gate, she gave out a whinny That broke my heart, inside, thought I didn't/haven't showed it. The vet thinks that her stomach ruptured right before we put her down. She was only 6 years old.
We had to bring her body down to the end of the driveway so the truck could pick her body up. While we were doing so, I walked beside her head, holding a trash can lid under her face so that her lip didn't get damaged. The BO's kids did something, that I felt so blessed to have happen- they gathered beautiful flowers and set them on Blue's body.
The thing that broke my heart the most, although the whinney and the flowers did, was seeing her body being loaded into the truck. Puting her down was not hard... not because I didn't care but because I did care- if we loved her that much it was the only right thing to do- and seeing her at the end made making the decision easier. When she was put down, although she was gone from her body, I could still see her. I could still go and say goodbye or go and look into her beautiful blue eyes. When that truck loaded her, she was gone. I could never see her again. I couldn't see her blue eyes or her cow ponyish self...
If I'm busy, doing barn chores or something- I'm fine- because I don't think about Blue... I don't have time to. But it's times like now that I have nothing to do- and that's when I start thinking about her and what I could be doing with her right now. Looking in a magazine and seeing the perfict saddle pad, or halter. Looking in the tackroom at her browband that I made ice and dark blue with ribbon for her, or looking at her blanket and never putting it on her again. Looking at a school project, for which she was going to be one of the horses that I was going to use in it- now I have to take her name off the list... and wonder what would have happened if she was still here.
I NEEDED to get this out... it was building up... although it is still doing so... maybe just writing everything down was something that I needed to do. Thank you for listening/reading this... and I want to say thankyou to my BO for being there for me (and her kids) and for the vet for his time and effort put into Blue.
I got a call later that night asking if I wanted to say my goodbyes. I went- I had to... I'd feel worse if I didn't. I got there, and the vet had been there since 8 pm. He stayed until about 3 am with us until we put her down.
I didn't own Blue... I leased her over the summer and although I never owned her, I was so close to her... and I am so upset that this had to happen to "my" pony. Right before we put her down, we walked her over to the other side of the property, and as we were going towards the gate, she gave out a whinny That broke my heart, inside, thought I didn't/haven't showed it. The vet thinks that her stomach ruptured right before we put her down. She was only 6 years old.
We had to bring her body down to the end of the driveway so the truck could pick her body up. While we were doing so, I walked beside her head, holding a trash can lid under her face so that her lip didn't get damaged. The BO's kids did something, that I felt so blessed to have happen- they gathered beautiful flowers and set them on Blue's body.
The thing that broke my heart the most, although the whinney and the flowers did, was seeing her body being loaded into the truck. Puting her down was not hard... not because I didn't care but because I did care- if we loved her that much it was the only right thing to do- and seeing her at the end made making the decision easier. When she was put down, although she was gone from her body, I could still see her. I could still go and say goodbye or go and look into her beautiful blue eyes. When that truck loaded her, she was gone. I could never see her again. I couldn't see her blue eyes or her cow ponyish self...
If I'm busy, doing barn chores or something- I'm fine- because I don't think about Blue... I don't have time to. But it's times like now that I have nothing to do- and that's when I start thinking about her and what I could be doing with her right now. Looking in a magazine and seeing the perfict saddle pad, or halter. Looking in the tackroom at her browband that I made ice and dark blue with ribbon for her, or looking at her blanket and never putting it on her again. Looking at a school project, for which she was going to be one of the horses that I was going to use in it- now I have to take her name off the list... and wonder what would have happened if she was still here.
I NEEDED to get this out... it was building up... although it is still doing so... maybe just writing everything down was something that I needed to do. Thank you for listening/reading this... and I want to say thankyou to my BO for being there for me (and her kids) and for the vet for his time and effort put into Blue.