The last 7-10 days have been very difficult,
Elwood remained in good spirits and acted very much as always.
Always hungry and anxiously awaiting hay, he now recognized the coolers I brought with soaked pellets and cubes as what he got to eat. And anxiously waited, nickering as I mixed up his hydration hay.
I asked and the BO were more than willing to bury him in the field out back, said I could put a marker on a fencepost. They and their families have excavating equipment, the appointment was set for Sat Nov 2nd.
Over the week Elwood began to keep his tongue sticking out the other side of his mouth, he did continue turn-out as he did not attempt to eat any of the round bale after the first day. But it rained heavily Wed. And Thurs. There was slight bleeding, and one day a larger amount. He was somewhat confused though I think, didn't know what was going on - that I could see in his eye like COL said.
Saturday morning when I got there he was covered in blood, I could not speak, I brushed him up as best I could and we went to the arena for a little groundwork.
I have not put anything on his nose in a long time now, only a neck rope. We had a nice little session, figure eights, sidepassing, direction changes, all perfect at last.
My daughter was there, the vet arrived. Elwood and I walked to the back of the field and they came along in the Kubota shortly. He never did stand for shots well. He put up a pretty good fight for the sedation, true to himself to the end. Once sedated, then the solution.
After he was down the vet showed us the tumor, hard as rock, size of a large baked potatoe, with the laceration from the corn stem now pushed al the way to the front. Poor boy.
And my son arrived with the wooden cross, burned with his name. I left but he stayed and helped with the burial.
And so I have lost 3 very recently.