“ Dusty “
July 8, 1996 – November 9, 2015
My sweet girl Dusty passed on Monday November 9.
Thursday night she didn’t want to come in even though everyone else was already in the barn. Went out and found her and brought her in. The next morning she was lying down and had no manure in her stall so we called the vet. The examination determined that she had an impaction. We then took her to the clinic where they put her on an IV and Bannamine. She needed to be hydrated and have something for the pain and inflammation. Saturday came and she lay down and got up a lot but no manure. She was very uncomfortable but didn’t complain at all. Dusty was a very stoic mare. Saturday night she passed three very small manure piles. Sunday they did an ultrasound and saw the impaction or a mass with all the fluid in front of it. She seemed a lot brighter and I took her for a short walk. We were all waiting for her basically to have a huge poop. Monday morning I got the call that she was going downhill fast, her white cell count was 140,000 and she was not doing well. The surgeon said she either needed to be put down or go into surgery to remove the impaction but he was concerned it could also be a tumor. He needed to go in and see what it was. By the time I got there she was in surgery. He came out to tell me that it was a tumor and it was restricting the blood flow to her colon and her colon was basically dead. After a conversation about what was best for Dusty at this point we decided to let her go. I went in to see her on the operating table, she was still alive but under anesthesia. I gave her a kiss on the nose goodbye and rubbed her chest. I don’t think she knew I was there but hope she knows she didn’t die alone and that she was loved.
Dusty and I have been together since she was a feisty five years old. In the fourteen years we spent with each other we had a lot of fun. She could be very opinionated and occasionally exasperating but we always worked it out between us. Dusty was the safest horse I’ve ever ridden; she didn’t have a spook in her, because she was fearless and tougher than anything around, in her mind anyway. Dusty was always willing to learn new things and never said no to a new experience. She was adventurous and smart. Dusty could be very sweet too. She tolerated my hugs and kisses and would sometimes groom me back during her grooming sessions. Dusty was my special girl and I loved her. I will definitely miss her attitude and wonderful personality.
I wanted you to stay but knew you had to leave.
You will never be forgotten.
You will live in my heart always.