I'm probably not enough of an old-timer to comment on this one... but what the heck. Here's my
Ode to Pokee...
Our first 2 minis arrived here about 3 years ago (Nicky and a little mare.) My husband picked the little mare at the auction and named her Pocahontas--because he said she looked like an Indian horse (he can use a politically-incorrect term like that, because he's Indian, or at least partially so.) I called her
Pokee for short. He called her his
Sweet-Ums. She used to wait at the fence for him. From the git-go, my gut instinct was that she was "fragile." ...she just wasn't right. Something was wrong; we had her checked out by the vet. But It took less than 3 months before we killed her off. We had a vet here within a couple hours of when we first noticed symptoms. That evening Pokee was treated for colic. The next morning, she still wasn't right. The farrier came and did all their feet (the appointment had already been made.) She was still up for that, but she was getting worse. I kept doing what the vet said, but it wasn't working. I was out there sitting with her begging her to be ok. Well, end of story is we had the vet come back the following evening. She was so much worse; whatever happened with her, the vet said it was affecting her nervous system, and we put her down. Well, actually the vet and my husband put her down. I bailed.
The vet explained the various options of what to do with her. ...he told us (wink-wink) we could bury her here, or we could take her to the vet hospital to have her analyzed for cause of death, or we could have her picked up. Our initial reaction was to bury her here, but then my husband told me in between snotting tears on me that he just couldn't handle the logicstics of digging the hole, putting her in the tractor bucket and then burying her. Which I fully understood. He had an important job the next day, so the vet and my husband put Pokee under a tarp as far away from Nicky as possible. The next morning I called the meat wagon; I had that one day to make the decision; I don't know if I did the right thing. They got here at around 10 AM and she was already smelling foul, because it was hot outdoors. The meat wagon looks like a big dump truck and it smelled nasty too. To this day, I wonder if I shouldn't have figured out a way to get her to the vet hospital for analysis. I read and read on the internet, and her symptoms seemed like rabies. They don't routinely recommend/vaccinate for rabies here. Poor Coco (Pokee's replacement) she got a really bad deal from us, because we just didn't even want to look at another horse for a couple months. Anyway....
Photo below (not mine, but out there on the internet, so it's being used for educational purposes only...)