Sometimes there is no happy ending to a story...
Yesterday my Fjara was not feeling to good, but not worrysome.
This morning Roos and I checked her , took her pulse, temperature and breathing rate. A bit off, but nothing big. Because of our feeling of uneasiness decided to let the vet come on tuesday ( because of the holiday today and tomorrow).
I went out riding with Irídín, and on our return, Fjara walked with us for a part of the way. After the feeding and putting the horses back on the field, I went home. Just out of my riding pants, the phone rings.... Someone on the land says my Fjara is not breathing good....I heard her on the background and it was alarming....
I picked up Roos and called the vet from the car. On our arrival it was abundantly clear this was not good. She had trouble breathing, kept falling over if she stopped walking and was sweating profusely. I took over with walking, and started working on het stress levels. She was relaxing a bit, but still very bad. After a small ½ hour, the veterinarian arrived. After listening and looking, she administered 2 injections to open up het lungs. Nothing happened.
A few minutes later she said, your horse is dying, we have to euthanise her..I agreed. Nothing left to say and nothing left to do....all of a sudden my wonderful, beautiful, strong minded and incredible mare, my heart of hearts is no more.......I am left behind broken hearted 💔 . She probably had an acute blockage,twist or rupture in her trachea. There was no rescue possible.....
We shared a full 11 years together, from a small 2year old to the glorious dragon lady she was now.
Thank you for all the love, life and laughter we shared....
We had a great ride.....
You shall be missed....
