My old pony had to be put down when she started to lose her teeth and couldn't keep enough condition to last another winter [even though we fed her soft food with a spoon]. I've just heard of another horse that had lived all of it's life in the same field but then was found with a broken leg and had to be euthanised; when I said hoiw sad it was it was pointed out that he was beginning to get quite frail and probably would have struggled that winter. When we lost ours there was a spate of deaths from colic at the same time [winter was approaching] and the vet said it often happened at that time of year. Sometimes, with horses nature has a way of deciding for us [ours got colic three weeks before the dreaded date on the calendar when the vet was coming out] and it all happened very quickly; we reckon she did it to save us looking at the calendar with dread each day. Just enjoy Mr Grumpy and try not to worry. From a personal point of view I'd rather call the vet or the hunt out than pass a horse on as I never trusted anyone to care for her as much as I did. I daren't go near a horse market for fear of bringing one back with me these days. I never could ride, though; I just enjoyed their company and felt honoured that they let me share their strange little lives that existed in a different dimension to my own. I used to love watching their little quirks and seeing the friendships they had with the other horses.
Good Morning 1st May 2026 "May Day"
Tuned To 'The Archers' For The First Time In Months.
Backseat Driver, Former PM Tony Blair Reckons The Triple-Lock...


I think it must be the most popular name for husbands/pets, as in ' Sometimes I wake up grumpy, and sometimes I leave him to sleep!'
and was back to the stables (on crutches and in plaster cast) within days. 

