Post by bumblebee on Nov 30, 2010 18:52:49 GMT
It's been two months since I lost Bug, and it still doesn't seem to be getting any easier. To most people he was nothing special - he was never going to get to HOYS, he was too short to be a show cob, too stubborn to be a showjumper, and too uncooperative to be a dressage pony, however he was all I'd ever dreamed of, and in the short time that I owned him he became my best friend.
Humbug arrived on the 1st August - from the start he was such an easy pony to have around....when he arrived (10pm that night) he calmly walked off the lorry in the dark and round to his stable, and promptly started tucking into his haynet completely unfazed by the whole ordeal. He loved to be bathed, he'd come running over to the gate whenever you went out to his field, he'd follow me everywhere (poo-picking was a bit of a nightmare with him constantly headbutting me cos he wanted attention), he was the type that you could throw a rug on in the paddock (in galeforce winds) without even putting a headcollar on him and trust him not to move, and despite a few setbacks in the first couple of weeks he was such a confidence giver to ride. He had such a huge character too - slightly stubborn, slightly stupid, but hugely lovable.
Humbug seemed to take everything in his stride - we took him to his first ever (and unfortunately only) show and he was almost too chilled. He calmly walked off the lorry, had a look around, and just wanted to watch everybody else. He was the type that a pigeon could fly out of the bushes and hit him on the nose and he'd barely flinch.
However on the 28th September, less than 2 months after Humbug arrived, my worst nightmare occured - he came in from the field and there was something clearly wrong. He'd lost all his balance and coordination and was clearly distressed and in pain. We phoned the vet who examined him and told us to take him to Rossdales where he spent the night in intensive care. The next morning our worst fears were confirmed - Humbug had liver failure and there was nothing more that could be done for him. We had to make the tough decision to end his suffering and have him put to sleep. My whole world fell apart - I'd always dreamed of having my own pony and had saved every spare penny to by him. I had so many hopes and aims, and Bug was supposed to be part of them. He was only 6 and should have had his whole life ahead of him.
If there's one thing Bug taught me, it's to live every day to the full - he certainly did. And I will never say "there's always next time" again, because sadly for Bug there never was a 'next time'.
Run free my little Humbug x
Humbug arrived on the 1st August - from the start he was such an easy pony to have around....when he arrived (10pm that night) he calmly walked off the lorry in the dark and round to his stable, and promptly started tucking into his haynet completely unfazed by the whole ordeal. He loved to be bathed, he'd come running over to the gate whenever you went out to his field, he'd follow me everywhere (poo-picking was a bit of a nightmare with him constantly headbutting me cos he wanted attention), he was the type that you could throw a rug on in the paddock (in galeforce winds) without even putting a headcollar on him and trust him not to move, and despite a few setbacks in the first couple of weeks he was such a confidence giver to ride. He had such a huge character too - slightly stubborn, slightly stupid, but hugely lovable.
Humbug seemed to take everything in his stride - we took him to his first ever (and unfortunately only) show and he was almost too chilled. He calmly walked off the lorry, had a look around, and just wanted to watch everybody else. He was the type that a pigeon could fly out of the bushes and hit him on the nose and he'd barely flinch.
However on the 28th September, less than 2 months after Humbug arrived, my worst nightmare occured - he came in from the field and there was something clearly wrong. He'd lost all his balance and coordination and was clearly distressed and in pain. We phoned the vet who examined him and told us to take him to Rossdales where he spent the night in intensive care. The next morning our worst fears were confirmed - Humbug had liver failure and there was nothing more that could be done for him. We had to make the tough decision to end his suffering and have him put to sleep. My whole world fell apart - I'd always dreamed of having my own pony and had saved every spare penny to by him. I had so many hopes and aims, and Bug was supposed to be part of them. He was only 6 and should have had his whole life ahead of him.
If there's one thing Bug taught me, it's to live every day to the full - he certainly did. And I will never say "there's always next time" again, because sadly for Bug there never was a 'next time'.
Run free my little Humbug x
Im sure you made him as happy as he made you in your short time together 
