Sunday, 31 March 2013

RIP woody

Woody is gone. The hardest decision I have ever had to make. He would not settle his head enough for the slaughterman to use his  bullet gun, so he had to use  a stun-gun first. He knew nothing of it.

I could cure his feet, I could not cure his brain. So sorry Woody, RIP young feller.


C.

13 comments:

  1. The right thing is so often not the easiest thing. Woody was lucky to have been so thoroughly evaluated by a knowledgable equestrian. His ending could have been so much harder and taken others down with him. Still, you must be hurting. Sorry that you had to face this.

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  2. So sorry you had to make that decision, but you've probably saved yourself or another from a horrible accident further down the line. He would not have known anything and has had a lovely life whilst with you.

    How are the others?
    L

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    1. they don't give a fig. They came and watched and walked away and tonight they acted as if he had never been here.

      C.

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  3. So sorry. Even though you made the right decision, I know it was still a dreadfully difficult and painful decision. Sending hugs of support. Woody is at peace now, freed from the anxieties and fears that plagued him. You made his life so much better and gave him his freedom.

    My sympathies.

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    1. Thank you Jean, it's good to think that all his anxiety is over.

      C.

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  4. Well, the best thing one can say is that it's done now. It can't be helped and no one is to blame. Don't forget that list you made a week or so ago if you start to wonder if you did the right thing. Still, I know it is hard and you have all my sympathy.

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  5. Thinking of you. Did you ask the huntsman to check for anything abnormal?

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  6. It was the right decision, but still a hard decision. RIP Woody. Hugs for you.
    Caroline

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  7. Sarah, the huntsman let me down, and having promised to come as soon as the road was free, he then said 'maybe Friday'. I simply could not cope with waiting at least another six days caring for a horse I was going to have put down, so I called a knackerman who came the next day. As a result his body will be cremated instead of cut up for the hounds and we'll never know what might have been found. I would have liked an autopsy but I couldn't justify the expense.

    Anon, thankfully whoever you are :-)



    C.

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