It was a short walk to the damp grass and Larney stumbled a few times, but he kept following me to where he’d be at peace.
Dr Bob was quiet and somber as he pulled out the medication that would end Larney’s pain. It was windy and the rain was intermittent.
Even the sky looked sad
My heart was thumping as Dr Bob depressed the plunger on the syringe and Larney got sleepy. He started to waver and in a flash his eyes said thank you and then the light was gone
There was no question: it was time.
We tried all sorts of medications and other alternative care, but Larney’s body was giving up. His eyes still bright, but his body was thin and fragile.
He passed quietly and peacefully with Brent, Dr. Bob and Amy by his side whispering sweetness, like how much he was loved. I was crouched in the damp grass stroking Larney’s incredibly soft muzzle when I felt the bite of a mosquito on the bit of flesh exposed on my rump. Not sure what that means…
As we walked back to the barn Dr. Bob said,
“I’m sorry for your loss. This is the toughest part of having animals.”
Larney will be particularly missed by his BFF Splash. They used to share hay and graze together before Larney’s sudden deterioration made him stall bound.
Grief is merely the price of love.