Our sweet, stoic and determined gelding lost his battle this morning around 9:00 am. Woody and I were right by hs side. Post-trim yesterday, he was looking so bright hopeful, checking out his new feet. I knew we weren't out of the woods, but we were making progress. He laid down with Rachel and I and ate and drank... Then he strolled around checking the whole place out. It was a huge relief!
While I can't say this morning was a total surprise, I am so saddened, of course. We were walking a fine line.
At the very least, he died having been doted over and provided some of the finest care possible. He was loved and cared for.
Now there are others to tend to.
* heavy sigh *