This is by far the toughest post I have ever written. (it is 7:34 am right now)
Two days ago I was leading Danny from his pen to the arena to stretch his legs. The pasture is off limits due to irrigation, so all anyone is getting is some roll time in the arena while I clean pens. But Danny was having trouble getting there.
He is weaving and bobbing (more than usual) not wanting to leave his pen, not being Danny at all. His feet hurt. I can see that they hurt. His lower legs are warmer than usual. It could be laminitis, caused from the senior feed he gets, although he is not over weight. In fact he is thin, his hips are starting to sink in, his back bone is sticking out he is losing the muscle tone in his front which is what allows him to pull himself along.
What I see is a horse that is no longer happy, and with that in mind I made a decision. That decision will be carried out today. I have spent the last 24 hours questioning if I am doing the right thing, but each time I go out and look at him, I feel like I am.
I keep trying to focus on the last 8 years of his life. 3 with my mom, and 5 with me. He has been happy and well cared for. He has been loved, and spoiled and enjoyed as a pasture ornament. He was taken from a horrid environment and treated like the king. I can take comfort in that. He was my class clown, always making me laugh with his silly antics and big personality. I will miss him so much.
Danny was somebodies wonder horse at one time, and I am so glad that he was a part of my life.