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I lost my baby today. My dad put the orses out in the paddock this morning as usual. He came home at lunch and saw one of them down by the fence. When he went down, he found Kaycee (my 2 year old filly out of my good mare) with her head stuck in the fence. How she got her head in there.. well its impossible.. but she did. She was exhausted and not moving, but still alive. He called me (I was at the hospital with a vomitting, dehydrated little girl) and I rushed over. We dragged her away from the fence and the vet came and checked her out. She didnt break her neck, but soemthing jsut wasnt right. She was in shock, twitch and very scared. We gave her something to calm ehr and a whomping dose of bute. We covered ehr in blankets and decided to give her a few hour to see if she was just in shock and exhausted and just needed time to get up and going. So we waited and waited. She eventually stopped shaking and was whinnying back and forht with my toher girls, but when you watched her move, she was fine in the back end, but her front legs didnt work.
We finally made the decision to put her down. my dad had a meeting and was upset to leave but I told him I had it under control. The vet grabbed his stuff but I couldnt let him do it. She was my baby. So many of my hopes and dreams were banked on her. But above that, she was one of my companions. She was one of my girls. She was the first baby of my baby. I couldnt let him do it. So I did. The vet agreed that it was ok. He was right there the whole time, and I've had to find a juggular vein before. It was a weird type of closure, but I needed it. I caressed her cheek while I gave it to her and watched her drift off. I thanked the vet, clean up, got into my car, and bawled hysterically.
Dad and I burried her down the back lane under the maple trees. It was a sad moment and a lttle piece of me was buried with her.
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We finally made the decision to put her down. my dad had a meeting and was upset to leave but I told him I had it under control. The vet grabbed his stuff but I couldnt let him do it. She was my baby. So many of my hopes and dreams were banked on her. But above that, she was one of my companions. She was one of my girls. She was the first baby of my baby. I couldnt let him do it. So I did. The vet agreed that it was ok. He was right there the whole time, and I've had to find a juggular vein before. It was a weird type of closure, but I needed it. I caressed her cheek while I gave it to her and watched her drift off. I thanked the vet, clean up, got into my car, and bawled hysterically.
Dad and I burried her down the back lane under the maple trees. It was a sad moment and a lttle piece of me was buried with her.
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