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I ordered a tub of bute for the old Black Horse today. It was $40 and they shipped it today so I should have it soon.
I came home from work today a little bit early. I think it was right at four o'clock. The old Black horse was standing under the overhang while Riley grazed in the pasture. I ran into the house to clean my sons bedroom and then put some laundry away. I sent my husband down to the barn to empty my 2 wheel barrels, the rain has been terrible lately. The paddocks are so soupy and muddy and my area around the barn is awful. Once he came back in the house I ran down to the barn to feed the horses, it was right around six o'clock by then.
I dragged the hose down the aisleway of the barn and walked through the middle stall out into the paddock. The horses weren't there but that was normal since the gate to the pasture was open. I dumped the water trough out and tossed the hose in. That's when I saw Riley standing in the center of the paddock next to a dark shadow. I knew what that shadow was the moment I saw it. It was my old Black Horse. I walked out into the paddock. Riley was licking Black's face and nose. He just kept licking him. I turned and ran to the house because once again, I'd forgotten my cell phone. I yelled upstairs to my husband that Black had died. He asked me, was I sure. Yeah. I was sure.
I ran back down to the barn and took a halter off the rack. I walked out to Riley who was still licking the old Black horse. I walked around him for a moment while Riley nudged his tummy and his back end. There were no signs of a struggle. He must have just dropped. I put Riley in Blacks stall and then ran back outside. I helped my husband put tow straps around the old boy, I stroked his face and his cheek. I scratched his soft ears and ran my hand down his neck. I said the only prayer I know by heart. It starts out with Our Heavenly Father... I hated seeing him like that and I couldnt stop the tears when we started preparing to move him. He was my horse, I was going to help. Once we got him ready I went back in the barn. I couldnt watch him lift him off the ground and carry him up to the hill with the tractor. It was too much.
He's up on the hill now wrapped in an old tarp. Tomorrow morning we'll bury him on the hill overlooking the barn. And tomorrow I will give thanks for that precious horse that gave me so much joy for all those years. His pain from arthritis and ringbone is no more. He's left his 30 year old body and is now soaring through the clouds.
I love you Black Horse. You ornery old fool. I love you.
I came home from work today a little bit early. I think it was right at four o'clock. The old Black horse was standing under the overhang while Riley grazed in the pasture. I ran into the house to clean my sons bedroom and then put some laundry away. I sent my husband down to the barn to empty my 2 wheel barrels, the rain has been terrible lately. The paddocks are so soupy and muddy and my area around the barn is awful. Once he came back in the house I ran down to the barn to feed the horses, it was right around six o'clock by then.
I dragged the hose down the aisleway of the barn and walked through the middle stall out into the paddock. The horses weren't there but that was normal since the gate to the pasture was open. I dumped the water trough out and tossed the hose in. That's when I saw Riley standing in the center of the paddock next to a dark shadow. I knew what that shadow was the moment I saw it. It was my old Black Horse. I walked out into the paddock. Riley was licking Black's face and nose. He just kept licking him. I turned and ran to the house because once again, I'd forgotten my cell phone. I yelled upstairs to my husband that Black had died. He asked me, was I sure. Yeah. I was sure.
I ran back down to the barn and took a halter off the rack. I walked out to Riley who was still licking the old Black horse. I walked around him for a moment while Riley nudged his tummy and his back end. There were no signs of a struggle. He must have just dropped. I put Riley in Blacks stall and then ran back outside. I helped my husband put tow straps around the old boy, I stroked his face and his cheek. I scratched his soft ears and ran my hand down his neck. I said the only prayer I know by heart. It starts out with Our Heavenly Father... I hated seeing him like that and I couldnt stop the tears when we started preparing to move him. He was my horse, I was going to help. Once we got him ready I went back in the barn. I couldnt watch him lift him off the ground and carry him up to the hill with the tractor. It was too much.
He's up on the hill now wrapped in an old tarp. Tomorrow morning we'll bury him on the hill overlooking the barn. And tomorrow I will give thanks for that precious horse that gave me so much joy for all those years. His pain from arthritis and ringbone is no more. He's left his 30 year old body and is now soaring through the clouds.
I love you Black Horse. You ornery old fool. I love you.
im sooo very sorry 
