Guinea Slave
Adult Guinea Pig
I hope you don't mind but I have lost another wonderful friend who is not a guinea but a very beloved horse. Not the usual small furry but somehow sharing on here helps so much. Please admin delete if horses are not appropriate?
Yesterday was one of the worse days of my life, I took my beautiful horse (a lovely big white horse called Zaney) for a lovely afternoon ride. It was a beautiful sunny day and we just decided to go for a wonder around the fields. However he was a little slow which was surprising for him (he is usually a complete nutcase) I knew he had a heart murmur so I have been taking things very carefully with him and he has been enjoying retirement as a result.
We came around the corner to his usual stretch where he gallops and he took the reins and just set off like a racehorse up the hill. I laughed at him and giggled all the way up, he felt so incredibly powerful and well I thought 'well there's nothing wrong with you lad'. As we got to the top he slowed and I patted him (usually it takes me ages to slow him down!) and suddenly he veered to the left and his back end collapsed. He stumbled along trying to get to his feet but he just could not stay upright. I realised then that he was having a heart attack. I managed to jump off in time. He then died with his head in my arms after just a few minutes. It was so traumatic and whilst quick it was not pleasant to watch.
I cannot even describe how I feel now, he was such a lovely horse and we had a very close bond. He was cheeky...the first time I rode him he reared up and fell over with me and we ended up covered in mud with him galloping home! We evented and did showing classes and he was a born show off...he was very very handsome and he knew it (he really was a Desert Orchid look alike). However, he would often search complete strangers pockets for food if he thought they had something. When I lost my guineas he would be a mane to cry on and he used to tuck his chin into me as I hugged in and hug me back. He would also nibble my bum when I was grooming him, cheeky lad! He was a very affectionate horse and one of my best friends.
I can't quite get to grips with this and I am so scared that he suffered and was so scared for those final moments and there was nothing I could do, nothing.
Somehow it helps to share. I hope you don't mind and if anyone on here has been through something similar please do you let me know if they know anything at the end..it is really playing on my mind.
RIP my beautiful lad, you were the very best. Run free with all your other horsey friends and please mind out for the guineas!
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Yesterday was one of the worse days of my life, I took my beautiful horse (a lovely big white horse called Zaney) for a lovely afternoon ride. It was a beautiful sunny day and we just decided to go for a wonder around the fields. However he was a little slow which was surprising for him (he is usually a complete nutcase) I knew he had a heart murmur so I have been taking things very carefully with him and he has been enjoying retirement as a result.
We came around the corner to his usual stretch where he gallops and he took the reins and just set off like a racehorse up the hill. I laughed at him and giggled all the way up, he felt so incredibly powerful and well I thought 'well there's nothing wrong with you lad'. As we got to the top he slowed and I patted him (usually it takes me ages to slow him down!) and suddenly he veered to the left and his back end collapsed. He stumbled along trying to get to his feet but he just could not stay upright. I realised then that he was having a heart attack. I managed to jump off in time. He then died with his head in my arms after just a few minutes. It was so traumatic and whilst quick it was not pleasant to watch.
I cannot even describe how I feel now, he was such a lovely horse and we had a very close bond. He was cheeky...the first time I rode him he reared up and fell over with me and we ended up covered in mud with him galloping home! We evented and did showing classes and he was a born show off...he was very very handsome and he knew it (he really was a Desert Orchid look alike). However, he would often search complete strangers pockets for food if he thought they had something. When I lost my guineas he would be a mane to cry on and he used to tuck his chin into me as I hugged in and hug me back. He would also nibble my bum when I was grooming him, cheeky lad! He was a very affectionate horse and one of my best friends.
I can't quite get to grips with this and I am so scared that he suffered and was so scared for those final moments and there was nothing I could do, nothing.
Somehow it helps to share. I hope you don't mind and if anyone on here has been through something similar please do you let me know if they know anything at the end..it is really playing on my mind.
RIP my beautiful lad, you were the very best. Run free with all your other horsey friends and please mind out for the guineas!
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