Today was one of the toughest I've had in a long time. My two year old Morab gelding somehow broke his leg, and there wasn't anything we could do to help him.
It hurt like hell to hold him there, giving him treats while I waited for the vet, knowing I was going to end his life. He was still a happy guy, stood like a champ and enjoyed his scratches right to the very end.
He had so much **** potential. I feel like crap.
Rest in peace, Drifter. You were some kind of special, buddy.
Momma is still calling for him. I think the entire herd is missing his quirky personaility.