Well, we fixed the injury we set out to fix–so said the ultrasound today. But in the meantime another condition cropped up which really has no fix, so my best friend of over eight years gets to start a new life and just hang out and be a horse. I’m going to arrange for him to live in a place that lets him graze and play in a pasture 24/7 (barring bad weather) with some equine companions–something I doubt that he’s been able to do since he was a little colt. His condition will continue to deteriorate–at what rate we don’t know–but for now he gets along just fine as long as he doesn’t have to schlepp a rider around on his back.
I cried, and the boyfriend cried with me–but basically those were selfish tears for my own loss of daily companionship and adventure. I’m sure Billy won’t think twice about missing me once he gets used to his new freedom. And that’s what caring for an animal is really about–the animal’s happiness!