Untimely Deaths

So I’ve been silent for quite a while now and I guess there’s no real reason for it. Either way I actually have an excuse for last weekend.

On 30th November, I got a phone call from my mum around mid-morning. Mum doesn’t call me for any reason usually. When my dad broke his wrist and my nan went into hospital, I got a short text along the lines of “at hospital, X ok”. So the fact she called me meant something big was going down.

It turned out that it was my horse. My beautiful, but pretty old and smelly, horse had got cast during the night and now my mum suspected that he had colic (which is basically the same as in babies). I managed to get off work around midday and rushed over to see him. It was a stressful and long afternoon and evening, ultimately ending with us having to reluctantly take him to the veterinary hospital and leave him there over night.

I can’t vouch for the rest of my family but I didn’t really sleep that night. When we got a phone call at about 4:30 in the morning, I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever got out bed faster.

That call was Lenny’s end in a way. He hadn’t improved during the night as had been hoped. He’d steadily become more distressed throughout the night and, since we’d already agreed that it wasn’t fair on any of us to have him go through an operation, a final decision had to be made. We didn’t have to say anything. With tear filled eyes we barely had to nod at one another.

We live too far away for us to get there in time and, in a selfish way, I regret not staying by his side all night.

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