Twisted gut due to severe colic stole my boy today. No idea of the cause but I knew chances were he wasn't going to make it, tried everything to save him but fate made the decision after 24 hours of treatment. Second kick in the ass today was his half sister sliced her neck wide open so she's in treatment too. All night spent with little sleep catering to administering to the stallion and I was shocked to see she had hurt herself this morning also. No blood with her just looked like a wet spot but I saw it from afar. Needles, needles and more needles. I'm starting to think like Mini...why do we have these animals?
I have a tad of guilt for trying to save him instead of listening to my instincts, didn't look good from the get go but like a dummy instead of immediately putting him out of his misery I went the vet route. All I can say is we gave it a go and failed. Shit happens...I've rather gotten immune to animals passing and I'm not really upset about losing him as all that could have done to help him didn't. My concern though is that we have to dispose of the carcass...still snowed in and it's finally getting unseasonable warm... can't get the rendering truck in til it melts more and the tractors can clear the way in.
He was just like his sire, the calmest, sensible stallions I have had the pleasure of owning. Farewell my friend whose moved on to greener pastures. Wynnchester 86 my beautiful boy who shared his life with us for 25 years. His older half brother is the last remaining Crabbet Arabian in North America with close up bloodlines to the original imports. I never used Wynn for breeding as I never bred when the market was glutted...sadly the lineage when his brother goes is lost forever. Run free forever Wynn.
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