tcreeley
Elite Member
A few years back we lost our 15 year old saddlebred to colic (vet put him down) and within a year our 28 year old Morgan (had him since he was 2). -Colic again and Vet put down. We finally figured out it was the hay off a field that the farmer had fertilized with sludge.
The saddlebred -Apple- was sobering - just lay there - couldn't get up. It was a mercy killing. Tiger the Morgan was a fighter, all night long jumping and trying to roll but I wouldn't let him. He couldn't pass anything- twisted a gut. We got the vet back in the morning. During the winter we found him cast in the barn when we got home from work, and got him over and up. Filled him with mineral oil and finally he passed the crap out. Poor guy - 5 degrees above O, week before Xmas, 7:30 PM and we are holding an IV bag while he stands and shivers. The pony too, they all had the runs and we thought it was the grain. Was the beautiful hay from the sludge field. -I've never since bought any hay from a field that had sludge. Turned it down Sunday- good looking hay but our local sludge guy once used that field.
Like losing a member of the family. I dug the holes - mini backhoe and rented backhoe. Covered with two feet of dirt. Big hole to make room for their legs.
-When my father died I found myself at his gravesite being the only one who could reasonably handle a shovel (everyone helped of course)- and digging a hole for his ashes (some oversight or something). I kept thinking of my horses as I dug his grave. There used to be an old family gravesite on the edge of the farm I grew up on - three stones - three sizes beside a brook.
The saddlebred -Apple- was sobering - just lay there - couldn't get up. It was a mercy killing. Tiger the Morgan was a fighter, all night long jumping and trying to roll but I wouldn't let him. He couldn't pass anything- twisted a gut. We got the vet back in the morning. During the winter we found him cast in the barn when we got home from work, and got him over and up. Filled him with mineral oil and finally he passed the crap out. Poor guy - 5 degrees above O, week before Xmas, 7:30 PM and we are holding an IV bag while he stands and shivers. The pony too, they all had the runs and we thought it was the grain. Was the beautiful hay from the sludge field. -I've never since bought any hay from a field that had sludge. Turned it down Sunday- good looking hay but our local sludge guy once used that field.
Like losing a member of the family. I dug the holes - mini backhoe and rented backhoe. Covered with two feet of dirt. Big hole to make room for their legs.
-When my father died I found myself at his gravesite being the only one who could reasonably handle a shovel (everyone helped of course)- and digging a hole for his ashes (some oversight or something). I kept thinking of my horses as I dug his grave. There used to be an old family gravesite on the edge of the farm I grew up on - three stones - three sizes beside a brook.