(Thank you for posting this so I don’t have to read her FB page).
And there it is. She knew the right, humane choice all along. Yet she was “lucky” because she didn’t have to make that choice since she’s wealthy to begin with, and she had the luxury of distance: It’s easier to fund the treatments and surgeries, experimental and otherwise, when she’s hours away. And hey, Internet strangers are paying for it!
But now, after the ordeal this poor equine soul has endured, she’s admittedly ready to put him down as soon as his daily dose of Bute or Equioxx proves worthless. Which, by the look of that peg-legged lurching, won’t be long now.
Apologies to everyone if I sound bitter. It’s just that I have put down too many horses, both very young and very old, who were still pricking their ears and nickering to me, yet I knew it was time because I did not want them to suffer pain, fear or debilitation. So I find KVS’s candid moment of self-reflection much too little and much too late.