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BiBunny said:
My mother sent me an email last night that said she was coming to visit today. (She only works half-days on Wednesdays.) She does this semi-regularly, so I didn't think anything about it.

I drove into town today to meet her so that she wouldn't have to drive all the way across town to my house. She usually has some reason for coming, so I thought it was unusual that she wouldn't really answer my question about what she was doing up this way. But I figured she was just bored or something and thought that "I didn't have anything better to do" wasn't a polite answer to my question.

I was wrong, though. We had lunch together, and then after we finished (and were out in the car), she told me that her real reason for coming was to tell me that my horse died on Sunday. She said she hadn't wanted to call me or email me and tell me, and she didn't want me to accidentally find out some other way, so that was what she'd come to do.

We called him Fergie. He had an extremely stupid name that he was registered under, but he was always Fergie to us. He had a heart attack--possibly more than one--Sunday night, but luckily, he was found within an hour or so of it happening, so he didn't have to lay there and suffer for a long time.

There was nothing they could do, so they had to put him to sleep. He died just a few weeks short of his 22nd birthday.

I'm gutted. He was my baby boy. I had him since I was 15--more than half my life. He was a blood bay--red, with a black mane, tail, legs, and nose. And he was huge: 16.2, weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of 1200 pounds. But he was the biggest, sweetest baby in the whole world.

I guess the good thing is that baby boy was never afraid of anything, so even on his last day, he wouldn't have been afraid then, either.

(God, this is rough.)
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I don't know you or you me but ...(((Hugz))) My condolences.It is indeed rough losing A beloved pet
 
BiBunny said:
My mother sent me an email last night that said she was coming to visit today. (She only works half-days on Wednesdays.) She does this semi-regularly, so I didn't think anything about it.

I drove into town today to meet her so that she wouldn't have to drive all the way across town to my house. She usually has some reason for coming, so I thought it was unusual that she wouldn't really answer my question about what she was doing up this way. But I figured she was just bored or something and thought that "I didn't have anything better to do" wasn't a polite answer to my question.

I was wrong, though. We had lunch together, and then after we finished (and were out in the car), she told me that her real reason for coming was to tell me that my horse died on Sunday. She said she hadn't wanted to call me or email me and tell me, and she didn't want me to accidentally find out some other way, so that was what she'd come to do.

We called him Fergie. He had an extremely stupid name that he was registered under, but he was always Fergie to us. He had a heart attack--possibly more than one--Sunday night, but luckily, he was found within an hour or so of it happening, so he didn't have to lay there and suffer for a long time.

There was nothing they could do, so they had to put him to sleep. He died just a few weeks short of his 22nd birthday.

I'm gutted. He was my baby boy. I had him since I was 15--more than half my life. He was a blood bay--red, with a black mane, tail, legs, and nose. And he was huge: 16.2, weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of 1200 pounds. But he was the biggest, sweetest baby in the whole world.

I guess the good thing is that baby boy was never afraid of anything, so even on his last day, he wouldn't have been afraid then, either.

(God, this is rough.)
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Very sorry to hear this. Many hugs

:rose:
 
BiBunny said:
My mother sent me an email last night that said she was coming to visit today. (She only works half-days on Wednesdays.) She does this semi-regularly, so I didn't think anything about it.

I drove into town today to meet her so that she wouldn't have to drive all the way across town to my house. She usually has some reason for coming, so I thought it was unusual that she wouldn't really answer my question about what she was doing up this way. But I figured she was just bored or something and thought that "I didn't have anything better to do" wasn't a polite answer to my question.

I was wrong, though. We had lunch together, and then after we finished (and were out in the car), she told me that her real reason for coming was to tell me that my horse died on Sunday. She said she hadn't wanted to call me or email me and tell me, and she didn't want me to accidentally find out some other way, so that was what she'd come to do.

We called him Fergie. He had an extremely stupid name that he was registered under, but he was always Fergie to us. He had a heart attack--possibly more than one--Sunday night, but luckily, he was found within an hour or so of it happening, so he didn't have to lay there and suffer for a long time.

There was nothing they could do, so they had to put him to sleep. He died just a few weeks short of his 22nd birthday.

I'm gutted. He was my baby boy. I had him since I was 15--more than half my life. He was a blood bay--red, with a black mane, tail, legs, and nose. And he was huge: 16.2, weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of 1200 pounds. But he was the biggest, sweetest baby in the whole world.

I guess the good thing is that baby boy was never afraid of anything, so even on his last day, he wouldn't have been afraid then, either.

(God, this is rough.)
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You have every ounce of my empathy, sympathy, understanding and condolences.
 
The only terribl thing we get along with all of the happiness that comes along with unconditional love from our pets. I'm so sorry, bunny. I'm glad you had him for so long. :heart:
 
cfuhrer said:
You have every ounce of my empathy, sympathy, understanding and condolences.
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Niam1985 said:
Oh, BiBunny, I am so very sorry for your loss.
Hugs.
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Collar_N_Cuffs said:
The only terribl thing we get along with all of the happiness that comes along with unconditional love from our pets. I'm so sorry, bunny. I'm glad you had him for so long. :heart:
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Gianbattista said:
Bi bunny, it am so terribly sorry. Fergie sounds like one of the lucky horses, you gave him a good life.


I can truly empathise, my horse of a lifetime died just over a year ago, after spending her life with me, then her best field friend faded away missing her and left us too.

Fergie was a fearless horse because you protected him from things to fear. That makes you a heroine in my opinion.
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God, thank you all so very much. It means everything to me. :rose:

I was just thinking last night, between y'all and my FB friends (some are IRL friends, and some are girls I work with and haven't gotten to hang out with IRL yet), the response I've gotten to this news is just...overwhelming. Especially when compared to the response I got the last time something like this happened.

I have really, really improved when it comes to the quality of my friends in the past few years. I appreciate all of y'all so much. :heart:
 
Trying to get to fiesta in time for the parade this morning, and an enormous snake was stuck in my friends garage door. That is not a euphemism :p

She raised her garage door, then couldn't get it closed. Called her dad, who came by and found the poor guy curled around the cable pulley :eek: And my friend is one is those who won't even kill a bug... It's still alive, for now. It's hard to reach him.

Not the most auspicious way to begin a fiesta day :(

ETA: So I saw the snake on Facebook :rolleyes: The kids had a leash on it :eek: and he has now been taken out to the ranch to live out his days in peace, I hope... 4 and a half foot garden snake. Glad he made it through that ordeal!
 
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BiBunny said:
My mother sent me an email last night that said she was coming to visit today. (She only works half-days on Wednesdays.) She does this semi-regularly, so I didn't think anything about it.

I drove into town today to meet her so that she wouldn't have to drive all the way across town to my house. She usually has some reason for coming, so I thought it was unusual that she wouldn't really answer my question about what she was doing up this way. But I figured she was just bored or something and thought that "I didn't have anything better to do" wasn't a polite answer to my question.

I was wrong, though. We had lunch together, and then after we finished (and were out in the car), she told me that her real reason for coming was to tell me that my horse died on Sunday. She said she hadn't wanted to call me or email me and tell me, and she didn't want me to accidentally find out some other way, so that was what she'd come to do.

We called him Fergie. He had an extremely stupid name that he was registered under, but he was always Fergie to us. He had a heart attack--possibly more than one--Sunday night, but luckily, he was found within an hour or so of it happening, so he didn't have to lay there and suffer for a long time.

There was nothing they could do, so they had to put him to sleep. He died just a few weeks short of his 22nd birthday.

I'm gutted. He was my baby boy. I had him since I was 15--more than half my life. He was a blood bay--red, with a black mane, tail, legs, and nose. And he was huge: 16.2, weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of 1200 pounds. But he was the biggest, sweetest baby in the whole world.

I guess the good thing is that baby boy was never afraid of anything, so even on his last day, he wouldn't have been afraid then, either.

(God, this is rough.)
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I don't know you but was very sad to read this. I'm sorry.
 
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