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The Final Goodbye is Always the Hardest. Am I Brave Enough?
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The Final Goodbye is Always the Hardest. Am I Brave Enough?

I just can’t say goodbye, but I have to. Why does a goodbye have to be so very painful when it comes to animals?

I feel like I have said goodbye to so very many of my friends lately. And by friends, I mean my BEST friends. My horses.

Once upon a time, it was a given that a horse would arrive to me, a broken soul, and we would fix them up, like training for a job interview, so they could go off to find a new, amazing home. A future for them, and a happy one at that. Goodbye was easy then.

In the last two years, I have witnessed three equine deaths, and I am on the very brink of witnessing another.

But this time feels different. This time, the horse is my best friend. She’s the one horse who arrived with me and I promised her she would never leave. She’s the one horse who, over the past 3 ½ years I have tried and tried and tried to befriend, unsuccessfully it seems.

No matter my approach, be it natural horsemanship, positive reinforcement, clicker training, being kind but firm, or being a pushover, nothing has worked.

I once described her to a traditional horseman - you know the type, old huntsman - who told me instantly she needed a bullet. I was hurt. She’s perfectly fine, she’s just her. And I accept that.

But not now. Now, I don’t want to accept that she’s miserable and angry and has aggressive tendencies towards inoffensive things like rugs, Shetlands, tie-rings, and stables. At this point, when her end is literally just around the corner, I feel that I have failed. Failed to make her happy. Failed to help her see that life can be good, pleasant, and unassuming.

This mare has been with me longer than any other in the last few years, and yet she remains the one horse I feel I’ve made the least progress with. She still dislikes me I’m sure, only seeing my purpose being to feed her and provide fresh grass and decent hay. But the weather is changing, and arthritis is ravaging her old bones. As the chilly nights draw more frequent, her movement is altered, her legs stretch a little less, her hocks no longer flexing like they should. An audible clicking can be heard from her hips from across the field.

But she can’t tell me. And this is the part I am struggling with the most. Why can’t she tell me? “I’m tired. I’ve had enough. Please don’t put me through another winter.” Or even, “Yes, I’m okay. I’ve got time left in these old bones yet. Don’t be hasty, winter might be mild.”

Even thinking about my limited options makes my heart pound and palms sweat, the adrenaline setting in as the sheer panic rises in my throat.

I don’t think I can be strong enough to be there for her but I really owe it to her. She deserves at least that much, especially when I am the one who gets to play god with her life. I make the decision to pull the trigger or plunge the needle. It’s a heavy weight. And what if I’m wrong? What if she would manage? Should I risk it and potentially end up letting her suffer the agony of a harsh frost on her fusing joints? Allow the fields to become muddy so that – should we need to make a quick decision – it wouldn’t even be possible to get the removal vehicles in the field to collect her body.

I lost her field mate in June, the most adorable little pony. She adored him and it was a sudden loss to Grass Sickness. Seeing the agony he was in made one of the hardest decisions in the world a little easier, and as he took his final few breaths I told him to behave himself up in heaven. Even afterwards, once his lifeless body was in the trailer, I made sure he knew he had to be a good boy up wherever he was going to next. I couldn’t leave his side. The decision to put him down was taken out of my hands in the end with him. It was put him down or watch him die in agony. But even then I couldn’t say the words. Although I made peace with his passing much easier than I could with my beloved old mare.

What if she just hates me? What if it’s her surroundings that make her this way?

If somebody offered her a home tomorrow, I’d consider it. The weight of this decision is too much. The constant what if’s have me in a never-ending spiral of second-guessing. I can barely function.

Goodbye is genuinely the hardest decision to make. Especially when that goodbye is to this world and onto the next.

It may well be the last goodbye I ever have the strength to make. This has made me question my durability in the horse world. I care so much more than some I see. They aren’t just animals to me. They are friends, secret keepers, agony aunts, confidents, and the warm breath on the back of your neck when you are sat in the field at dusk crying your eyes out, not wanting to go home.

I will mourn the loss of my horse when the time comes. I will cry over her passport and be unable to open the envelope on its return from the PIA in case they’ve stamped “deceased” all over it. I will keep some tail hair for a bracelet but be too scared to send it off in case it gets lost in the post, too frightened to let go of the tiny bit I will have left of her. I will take nice pictures that I won't be able to look at afterwards because they will break my heart. I will tell my children that it was for the best, whilst forever questioning if I made the right decision. I will hang her head collar somewhere I can always see it, and eventually giggle at her marish ways and memories. I will love her regardless. And there will be a huge whole in my life without her.

I will hug her at the end, harder and tighter than I have ever been lucky enough to do whilst she was alive. And tell her how sorry I am, and hope she forgives me.

Because that’s what we do isn’t it? We do what we think is right, and hope above all hope, that even if its not, they will forgive us anyway.  Just like they forgive us all our flaws and mistakes in life, we hope they also do in death.

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  1. margaretfalk
    We had a horse put down for the same reasons of arthritis. You could here the clicking in her hip. She was still going strong but we put her down in case she would fall and wouldn't get back up. She had been mistreated in her life as well. It was hard but the right thing to do so don't be too hard on yourself. You did the best you could for her!
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    1. Avermal
      Avermal
      My lovely mare was laid to rest on Friday 23rd October 2015. her death has left a hole I'm not sure any horse will ever fill, many thanks for your kind words x
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  2. jst4horses
    I am so grateful for you writing this article. I had a mustang, 33 years old, and he had a stroke, I had to have him put down, he could not rise. I knew he was saying its OK, it still broke my heart as it always does, whether it is my own horse, or one I am training for someone, or even if it is someone else's horse and I am just there being support. I said to the vet, it never gets easier, after decades of horsemanship it hurts as much each time, and the doubt and guilt do not get easier. HE said,,.............it NEVER gets easier, and I have to put several down each day, and it never gets easier. I hope knowing many, hopefully most of us out here are praying for you and your mare helps in some small way. I had a cranky, bitter, angry horse who was very dangerous that I had rescued. I was able to work with him and if I was holding the line, he was fine with an equine therapy program and some young riders, but like you say, I knew he did not trust or like me. It was a fluke, but one weekend all the other owners and trainers in my part of the huge stable complex went off to shows. He was ALL by himself, way in the back of the barns and pens. He used to chew up the barns, so he was in a pen. And just happened to be at the back of the stable. With no horse buddies, he finally seemed to get it, I was it, and we became friends. I loved that horse, and he loved me for years. Someone stole him, and he was injured running away and trying to get back home, I had to have him put down. I have never truthfully gotten over it, but he was in such agony (he had jumped a fence with barbed wire on the top that he did not see, and he flipped and fell on concrete, twisting his intestines and was not a good candidate for surgery, I would have gladly paid the ten thousand dollars it was estimated, but the vet said no. I trust my vets. I had one old horse, forty years old, I gave him glucosamine and an arthritis mix, he worked with high risk girls and women veterans and was only used to teach grooming, bathing and braiding, he was spoiled and loved. When we let him out he took off like a teen. I had put down orders on his chart, so the vet would not wait for me, but just ease him if he got into a crisis.............but the vet said, he is frail, but loved and happy, just let him be. So we did. I so feel for you, and for the horse. I sometimes, when training a horse such as you are describing, remind myself to go back to Little Raskel, the horse who finally liked me when I was the only one around. I have trained mustangs just off the BLM truck, and use Native American techniques to get them to like me. You might try it. I trained out a really dangerous stallion for a rich man who simply did not want the horse gelded, and it was too valuable to put down. I spend two or three days, with the only food or water the animal gets is from me. I go each hour and hold a bucket of water, it is time consuming and frustrating.. If the horse tries to be rude, or lays back ears, or shows teeth, no water, I come back in half an hour............Pretty soon, that horse drinks. I feed small bits of three types of hay, and no pellets for those two to three days. I feed from a bucket, then from my hand. The same rule. if the horse is rude or tries to bite or be vicious, no food, I come back in half an hour or so. I also use the first day Native Natural Horsemanship clicking and dog whisperer type sounds to get the horse to feel uncomfortable when it is NOT near me, or has its butt to me. I stop when it turns to me and comes near. This can take a couple of hours, and it is frustrating. BUT you have to take deep breaths, and be calm and assertive and it works. Horses, often mares I have found, are hard cases because they have shut themselves away in some lonely bitter place............all this worked for me as now I work with veterans who often are the same.untrusting, bitter, and so lonely and sad inside their own lost world...........it may sound strange, but I often use my dog and horse training experience to try and reach them as well.:) God bless you, and know that many of us are out here with the same issues. and do not give up horses, it is hard to be there for them, but I make it a habit to be there to the last second. I often hold other people's horses, or horses for other trainers when the vet comes because I hate to see the horses go out afraid and without someone they know loving them and saying good bye. My own last put down had gotten a kidney problem in way old age, and he let me know, I am sure of it that he was relieved, not mad that I put him down. The stroke horse too my little Cocoa Spirit, seemed relieved as the first shot took effect and then as the second released him from the fear when his own legs would not let him get up. God bless.
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    1. Avermal
      Avermal
      My lovely mare was laid to rest on Friday 23rd October 2015. her death has left a hole I'm not sure any horse will ever fill, many thanks for your kind words x
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  3. RAC
    RAC
    Lovely Post! Voted
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    1. Avermal
      Avermal
      My lovely mare was laid to rest on Friday 23rd October 2015. her death has left a hole I'm not sure any horse will ever fill, many thanks for your kind words x
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