Today, my favourite horse for the past 13 years was euthanized. I don’t know the details, but he was about 140 billion years old, so it’s not a huge surprise; I guess I was just kind of hoping he’d keep going forever.
He was a school horse at the barn where I rode up until COVID came along and forced the stable to close. A bunch of the horses were moved to a different stable and leased out (I am leasing one of them) - due to his age and general creakiness, he was retired to a different property and given the job of lawnmower.
I rode this horse for years. On weeks when I wasn’t riding him (because he’d managed to hurt himself yet again, because I’d been assigned a different horse that week, or because someone else was riding him) I always made sure to go into his stall, give him apples (he had so few teeth left that carrots were a bit of a challenge), and pet his nose and tell him how I loved him. He used to nicker when he saw me coming (probably because of the apples).
Things moved so quickly with COVID, husband and I ended up as total hermits for a while, and I didn’t go out to the barn for a few months. The last time I saw this horse, I didn’t know it was the last time.
I know he had a good, long life, and a good death. I’m just really going to miss him.