On a very depressing note….
Two weeks ago, on August 10 to be exact, I had to make that heartbreaking decision to put down my lovely pony, Dan.
You see, my Danny was a bit crazy. OK…A LOT crazy. The kind of crazy that if he got spooked or got worked up about something…he bolted. Bucked, tossed his head, the whole nine yards of rodeo bronc. Even in his pen, he pulled this stuff. So on the night before, we get the call that Dan's hurt, and it's not pretty. The vet came out and gave him some meds, and then we all played the waiting game. By then I was scared out of my mind, and I couldn't wait for morning to come. When it did