I acme home from work tonight, and the shoer was in the barn taking care of the horses. I went inside to sit down with a cup of coffee, and a bit later, Corey (the shoer) comes to the porch and tells me he thinks one of the horses has a broken leg. Head out to the barn to take a look, and I'm no vet, but both his right rear and right front legs are certainly not right. Walk him around a little, and the right rear is not at all correct, and he has a severe limp. We call the vet, and she comes out to confirm our opinion. The choice is made, and 10 minutes later E-Z is laying in the grass.
E-Z was a 20 year old retired thoroughbred who was given to us as a geriatric care horse. He has never been 100%, with fluctuating weight (from underweight to very underweight) and for a variety of therapudic reasons, he was unridable. Basically, he just existed out in the paddock.
In all honesty, we aren't really upset, but it was certainly emotional during the process.
E-Z was a 20 year old retired thoroughbred who was given to us as a geriatric care horse. He has never been 100%, with fluctuating weight (from underweight to very underweight) and for a variety of therapudic reasons, he was unridable. Basically, he just existed out in the paddock.
In all honesty, we aren't really upset, but it was certainly emotional during the process.
