Whilst I am not a full time farmer – nor do I claim to know a whole hell of a lot – seriously – I am making this shit up as I go – OK – not quite – I have a lot of people and resources I can draw on – I think the hardest decision a farmer – whether full time or weekend has to make is when to let go.
If you have read the bulk of my blog – you know how much I love my life here. The comings and goings – the early mornings and late nights – the cold- hot – rainy – sunny blah blah blah blah blah.
You know my herd. Big Horse, Little Horse and Girl Horse. Our family.
You also know that I/We love animals.
Big, small, winged, horse, cows, birds, CATS!!! – we love them all.
Little Horse – Little Horse is, I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt, is one of the main reasons we bought this place.
When I got Little Horse – I swore that this would his last home. Not knowing but suspecting he has had a less than stellar life prior to Orange Acre- I swore – nay – I promised myself and him that – no matter what – I would never sell him – give him away or re-home him. He would die with me. I have and always will be steadfast in that.
Little Horse got ME back in the saddle again. After many years of being away from the one thing that I was really and truly gifted at – he helped me see that again.
Sadly – Little Horse’s body is failing him. His spirit is so strong – but his body is weak.
Little Horse is 30ish – who knows. He is tired and sore and going blind I am sure. He is losing weight.
Every year – I say “just one more winter, please just let him make it through the winter.” AND every year he does. Comes into spring unscathed and fat.
This year is different. I always knew that I would know when it was time. I know now that is is time.
The vet will make his yearly visit for shots and check ups and dental work. We will consult and then I will make the decision.
While I would love to have someone make the decision for me- this decision is mine and mine alone.
There is no input from Hubs – it is not his decision to make. We consult on all issues major however, not this time.
Little Horse is my best friend. I know every twitch of his ears and facial expression. He only bites me (smile). He greets me every morning and when I get home.
I hate this part.
Orange Acres 