My old pony had to be put down when she started to lose her teeth and couldn't keep enough condition to last another winter [even though we fed her soft food with a spoon]. I've just heard of another horse that had lived all of it's life in the same field but then was found with a broken leg and had to be euthanised; when I said hoiw sad it was it was pointed out that he was beginning to get quite frail and probably would have struggled that winter. When we lost ours there was a spate of deaths from colic at the same time [winter was approaching] and the vet said it often happened at that time of year. Sometimes, with horses nature has a way of deciding for us [ours got colic three weeks before the dreaded date on the calendar when the vet was coming out] and it all happened very quickly; we reckon she did it to save us looking at the calendar with dread each day. Just enjoy Mr Grumpy and try not to worry. From a personal point of view I'd rather call the vet or the hunt out than pass a horse on as I never trusted anyone to care for her as much as I did. I daren't go near a horse market for fear of bringing one back with me these days. I never could ride, though; I just enjoyed their company and felt honoured that they let me share their strange little lives that existed in a different dimension to my own. I used to love watching their little quirks and seeing the friendships they had with the other horses.
Infuriated by this man's attitude
I think it must be the most popular name for husbands/pets, as in ' Sometimes I wake up grumpy, and sometimes I leave him to sleep!'
and was back to the stables (on crutches and in plaster cast) within days. 

