Today is the last day of Tom’s antibiotics. Hooray!
I hate giving injections to horses, their skin is so thick and they’re so heavily muscled that you really have to *thump* the needle home, then couple up with the syringe and inject.
Things don’t look too hopeful for going draghunting on Sunday, we’ve had so much rain that the ‘going’ must be hideously wet – and therefore slippery/boggy.
Oh well.
I had an email from my friend Vicky, hope she doesn’t mind me mentioning this, telling me that as a result of a repeat colic attack her horse had to be put to sleep.
I share her devastation.
When Beech was put to sleep a couple of years ago I felt as if I’d lost a very dear friend. In fact, I still do.
Poor Vicky.
p.s. Have I mentioned how much I love people who pay me on time? (yes, the postman’s just been!) I’m off to the bank now!
Poor lady, she must be heartbroken. You get so much from horses, they give you so much back, it’s like losing a family member. Losing dogs is similar. Best wishes to her.