Today a friend of mine lost a pony she bred. He was 4 years old, and irreparably horrendously lame and wasn't fixable. RIP little man. 2 years ago we lost another pony, a colt foal at 3 days old. His name was jd.
Jd was born around 6am on the 18th April 2012. He was the gorgeous silvery colour black ponies start out with a grumpy little attitude and an inability to find his first milk. He was found at 11am the same morning, struggling to stand and looking disorientated. To cut a long story short, myself and a few close friends spent the next 2 days camped at the yard, waking every two hours to make sure he could stand and had eaten/dranj something. By the 3rd day, jd was finally diagnosed as septicemic. He was given one last boost to try and help him pull through, and an ultimatum that we would probably lose him in the night. He died at 10pm on the 20th April, resting over my knee, with no vets around. The feeling of his slow breath stopping and his heartbeat fading away haunts me to this day, I find myself having nightmares about him, the terrible feeling of life leaving his poor, tiny body. Each time someone or something I know dies jd comes back to me, and one day I know it won't be jd I hold when he fades away, it will be sasha, and he will take most of my heart with him. I dread that day. I have needed to say this out loud for a long time, but I don't know who to say it to. How do you even start a conversation like that?
R.I.P jd, and chesney. Two actual brothers reunited. Look after him chez
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