The hardest part of having animals is knowing that one day we will have to say goodbye to them. Sometimes this is as a result of an accident or sudden acute illness where the decision is out of our hands, but sometimes it is our responsibility to do the right thing at the right time for our beloved animals.
Working in the veterinary industry for many years, I have always tried to adhere to “a day too soon rather than a day too late” with my golden oldies. It is a huge responsibility but one that needs careful thought to ensure we respect them right to the end.
Sadly, I have experienced this recently with my wonderful horse of a lifetime, Mabel. I have owned her for 20 years, having fallen in love when she was an unshown five-year-old. Her huge ears were ones that I knew I wanted to sit behind forever.
Buying her was one of the best decisions I ever made, with the following years full of wins in the showring at the highest level, gallops along beaches and up stubble fields and with her gifting me a filly foal on my birthday. The foal, Florence, is now 10 years old and has a wonderful temperament, just like her mum.
However, 20 years is a long time, and this year Mabel began to show me signs that life wasn’t as comfortable for her as it used to be. She was assessed and medication prescribed, but as time went on it became clear that despite this Mabel was beginning to become increasingly arthritic and experiencing greater pain.
So where do you draw the line? My biggest fear was that she would lie down and be unable to get back up as can happen with heavier horses. I asked a friend – who is a vet and knows Mabel well – to assess her with me, and we came to the extremely sad conclusion that it was time to say goodbye to the best horse I have ever had.
As upsetting as this was, I felt proud that the old girl still looked well in her condition and coat, indicating that I hadn’t left it too long. She will forever be in my heart as we had such good fun over the years, not just as show horse and rider but also as best friends.
She may be gone from my daily life, but the memories will be with me forever, still sitting behind those big ole ears.
I love you, Mabel.
Once again I threw Arlo in at the deep end, affiliating him purely for the Arena UK second round show, and once again he pulled it out the bag. How lucky am I to have such a wonderful little horse? We haven’t really competed this year. I don’t really compete over the winter, and also my horsebox was away for repairs up until the beginning of June, so I had no transport even if I’d wanted to.
With the dry ground we don’t seem to be having much luck with shoes, as little madam managed to pull both her front shoes off within 12 hours the other day! We entered the arena with two shoes on for a schooling session and left it with one missing (took about an hour to find it). Then that afternoon, as I went to put some hoof ointment on, I looked down and had to double take, thinking I was looking at the wrong hoof. But, no, the other shoe was missing too.
After having a long wait and some lunch at the onsite café, it was time to get ready for the Joan Wolfe Overall Supreme Shetland Pony Championship. I got changed out of my usual showing outfit into black trousers and a maroon top with white spots, as you are expected to be a bit more “bling” in the evening.
We were all set to go for our next outing, and were super excited. That was until I heard the dreaded clunk of a loose shoe! I checked it over, praying it wasn’t too loose, but, nope, it was going to need a refit.