As many of you know, I have a 25 year old gelding that I have owned since he was 7 years old. I am disabled, but despite my many physical shortcomings, this horse has kept me safe over all those years. He was diagnosed with IR and Cushing’s several years ago after two years of mystery illnesses and lameness. He responded well to Prascend the first two or three years. Then a couple of years ago he had a significant bout of laminitis. He was very lame for about 6 weeks, then he pulled out of it. But he never really returned to the same level of health. He would be stiff. He would be ocuhy. He would be good. Then back to being sore. His hair coat is a mess, with the typical Cushing’s problems. He needs to be full body clipped every three months.
My best friend recently had a health crisis with her 32 year old gelding. And after two weeks of intensive care at the vet hospital, she had him euthanized. I went to hang out with her there about a week into his illness and I was shocked at how horrible he was. He was hooked up to IVs and since he was refusing to eat and drink, they were feeding him through a stomach tube. He had horrible diarrhea, and was very lethargic and dull. I understood why my friend was throwing every veterinary advantage at him, but for me he was past the point where I would have chosen to let him go. They didn’t really know what was causing his illness, and were just treating symptoms.
This experience has made me wonder about my own decisions with my own old guy. I had decided after the last bad laminitis episode that I would not take heroic measures if there was a health crisis with him. His last set of blood work came back with high ACTH levels, so we increased his Prascend to one and a half pills daily last May. This is the upper end of dosage for a horse his size. But despite that his coat still looks weird and dull (he has been clipped five times this year). He has many days where he is bright eyed, but there are also days where he is a little dull eyed and uninterested. His appetite comes and goes. Sometimes his hocks are a little puffy and he is slow to get up. And other days he snorts and blows like the Arabian he is.
I don’t want to wait until his quality of life is poor all the time, but I feel horrible even thinking about it since there are days when he is the same pushy, loving and engaged horse he was when he was much younger. Since our boarding barn drama and all the changes that necessitated, I worry constantly. Is he getting his medication? Is his hay getting soaked? Is he going out on the dry lot? How much higher can we raise the dose? What if we have a cold winter?
And there are times when I even think that life would be simpler if he were gone. I wouldn’t have to worry about what might happen. I wouldn’t have to worry about being able to afford his next health issue. I think about how uncomplicated my mare is, since she is younger and healthy (knock wood, I don’t want to catch the attention of the Horse Gods).
I have always said that it is better to help them over the Rainbow Bridge a day too soon than a day too late. I want him to leave this world with his dignity intact. I am a heartless witch for even thinking this when he still has a lot of good days?
Sheilah