Thank you, the sadness is really sinking in. Last night I think I was just in shock. Full day of clients ahead, and we're figuring out this morning how to respectfully deal with his remains. The vet services recommended a rendering service, but I just can't do that. Cremation is an exhorbitant amount.
What I didn't add last night was that when my husband told me he was down, I went down to princess's room. I had been making dinner. I was clearly tense and anxious. I asked them to come upstairs and be available for the boys and to continue dinner prep. I was urgently getting on my gear to get out there. princess kept going on and on about how her knee and leg were numb in certain places. She was so mind bloggling self absorbed I was stunned and completely frustrated trying to get my gear on. Then, she hobbles out there as I'm dealing with the emergency vet and my neighbor, who is an expert with horses and was helping me make a decision. princess starts telling the vet how to do her job - well, feed him, can you pour water in his mouth? Is there an iv to hook him up to, would that needle hurt? Then, as I step away with my neighbor to get away from her prattling, she again hobbles over and asks me if I knew her when the tips of her hair were dyed dark. She said her hair looked just like one of my other two horse's mane. Henry is a fjord, and has a blond mane with dark underneath. Then she says how much she like being a blond better. My head began to really hurt and the girl is lucky I'm a patient person because I wanted to pick her up and throw her out of the paddock. She is the definition of narcissistic. My horse is laying there thrashing in pain, I'm deciding whether to incur major medical expenses or lost my horse. I was crying and this dumb girl is talking to me about her hair. Then she brought up three times how they had cut the vegetables to go into the roast and pee had cut his finger.
INSANE.
Thank you for your sympathies. I've nevre lost a horse, and the grief is very deep. I would not have known to expect what it feels like, but yes to all who have gone through this, it hurts. And I hate that he's laying out there cold and lifeless. They think it was a tumor that compromised another organ.
Looks like a found a family that for some odd reason, I suppose for people like me, has a mass grave on their property where they deposit peoples' horses. Skippy won't be rendered, thank goodness.