Post by Erabbit on Mar 12, 2007 23:27:00 GMT -5
Amaryllis Farm gave Basko a safe haven over 16 years ago and found him an amazing home. He crossed the rainbow bridge recently and my mom saved "Basko's Mystique" in his honor. Misty since has found an amazing home of her own.
This is Rachel when she first got to go meet Basko...
This is the email I receieved informing me of my old friend's passing...
hi my friend,
I was with Basko this morning when we had to put him down. we've all shed a
thousand tears.
Last Sunday, he went lame again - back right foot that has bothered him for
a year now.
With pain meds , he began to put it down so that he could hobble out.
then on Wed the back left went so bad that he had to put all his weight on
the bad right.
more pain meds and blocks but it was just to get a little time to let it all
sink in.
I knew from Jan, when this all started getting real bad, that this wasn't
going to get cured. We would just make him comfortable when it occured and
hope it didn't occur too often. He couldn't even be retired b/c he couldn't
move freely.
If it helps, the vet said that it was the most peaceful "put down" that he
has had in 35 years. It was a beautiful morning. with pain killers, he was
able to walk out. He ate grass in the field, had lots of friends telling
wonderful "young Bosco" stories, and then just went to sleep in the grass-
down as gracefully and gentlemanly as he was.
needless to say- we have all been wrecks, but all I could do was say thank
you to him. and thank you to you. he was stellar. He introduced horses and
riding to DOZENS of Mary's friends who are now better people and true animal
lovers. I really loved him. We all did. I still remember you telling me
what a great disposition he had when I expressed concern that he might be a
"hot" arab. He was magnificant when he was younger- both to look at and to
move with. Sitting on him was connecting to heaven. and he was as gentle as
could be. I still remember that there was one spot we passed when we first
got out into the woods and he had to take the longer path that went by the
pond b/c he liked to watch the ducks and the turtles. It was very quiet and
very peaceful and he just needed his time to look for a while and then he'd
be ready to move on. We always stopped there and everyone would laugh at me
for stopping, but for some strange reason, it was his spot. He also liked
birds. sometimes on the little hills, we'd be just 10' below the hawks that
were on the "tops" of trees below. once we were cantering along under the
"pine" trail and a red tail took off ahead of us but stayed under the canopy
and just ahead of us for the whole length of the run. he kept his eyes on
that tail and just moved. And then sometimes, while he was grazing, I'd
just sit on him,collapsed over his whithers and breathing his mane. Thinking
about these things, I'd forgotten how really immobile he had become. I
swear when he passed I felt a kick in my chest as though his spirit kicked
out and was launching him free from all the "old" horse problems he had.
Thank you for him. Thank you thank you thank you
love, Betty, Mary and every person who was lucky enough to be able to touch
him.
This is Rachel when she first got to go meet Basko...
This is the email I receieved informing me of my old friend's passing...
hi my friend,
I was with Basko this morning when we had to put him down. we've all shed a
thousand tears.
Last Sunday, he went lame again - back right foot that has bothered him for
a year now.
With pain meds , he began to put it down so that he could hobble out.
then on Wed the back left went so bad that he had to put all his weight on
the bad right.
more pain meds and blocks but it was just to get a little time to let it all
sink in.
I knew from Jan, when this all started getting real bad, that this wasn't
going to get cured. We would just make him comfortable when it occured and
hope it didn't occur too often. He couldn't even be retired b/c he couldn't
move freely.
If it helps, the vet said that it was the most peaceful "put down" that he
has had in 35 years. It was a beautiful morning. with pain killers, he was
able to walk out. He ate grass in the field, had lots of friends telling
wonderful "young Bosco" stories, and then just went to sleep in the grass-
down as gracefully and gentlemanly as he was.
needless to say- we have all been wrecks, but all I could do was say thank
you to him. and thank you to you. he was stellar. He introduced horses and
riding to DOZENS of Mary's friends who are now better people and true animal
lovers. I really loved him. We all did. I still remember you telling me
what a great disposition he had when I expressed concern that he might be a
"hot" arab. He was magnificant when he was younger- both to look at and to
move with. Sitting on him was connecting to heaven. and he was as gentle as
could be. I still remember that there was one spot we passed when we first
got out into the woods and he had to take the longer path that went by the
pond b/c he liked to watch the ducks and the turtles. It was very quiet and
very peaceful and he just needed his time to look for a while and then he'd
be ready to move on. We always stopped there and everyone would laugh at me
for stopping, but for some strange reason, it was his spot. He also liked
birds. sometimes on the little hills, we'd be just 10' below the hawks that
were on the "tops" of trees below. once we were cantering along under the
"pine" trail and a red tail took off ahead of us but stayed under the canopy
and just ahead of us for the whole length of the run. he kept his eyes on
that tail and just moved. And then sometimes, while he was grazing, I'd
just sit on him,collapsed over his whithers and breathing his mane. Thinking
about these things, I'd forgotten how really immobile he had become. I
swear when he passed I felt a kick in my chest as though his spirit kicked
out and was launching him free from all the "old" horse problems he had.
Thank you for him. Thank you thank you thank you
love, Betty, Mary and every person who was lucky enough to be able to touch
him.