'Whiskey' was my horse. I've been missing him because i couldn't really bring him to Arizona with me, and besides that - he'd be lonely without his 2 stablemates in Cali.
I'm really sad that i wasn't there with him when he was put down. My dad gave him pain shots every 2 hours while they hoped he would make it through. At one point, he stood up - but it wasn't for long. He didn't exactly die from 'colic' but it was very similiar.
My other horse died from colic in the middle of the night about 10 years ago. His name was Cassanova. He showed ZERO signs of pain the night before, so we were all shocked to find him dead early the next morning.
Both were beautiful white Quarter Horses, although Whiskey acted like he had a little Arab in him. His head was small, and he always held it up high. And he had a little fire in him as well. He was the most personable, friendliest of the three. And, he was the fastest! He could run like there was no tomorrow.
What i'll remember most about him is that he loved to smell hair.
Anytime i'd walk out to say Hi, he'd come up and burry his nose in my hair and take a deep breath.
Maybe there is a white horse curse i don't know about or something.. this really SUCKS.
I'm a little bummed, thanks for reading....
Rest in Peace my dearest Whiskey and say hello to Cassanova for me..
~Amber
I'm really sad that i wasn't there with him when he was put down. My dad gave him pain shots every 2 hours while they hoped he would make it through. At one point, he stood up - but it wasn't for long. He didn't exactly die from 'colic' but it was very similiar.
My other horse died from colic in the middle of the night about 10 years ago. His name was Cassanova. He showed ZERO signs of pain the night before, so we were all shocked to find him dead early the next morning.
Both were beautiful white Quarter Horses, although Whiskey acted like he had a little Arab in him. His head was small, and he always held it up high. And he had a little fire in him as well. He was the most personable, friendliest of the three. And, he was the fastest! He could run like there was no tomorrow.
What i'll remember most about him is that he loved to smell hair.

Maybe there is a white horse curse i don't know about or something.. this really SUCKS.

I'm a little bummed, thanks for reading....
Rest in Peace my dearest Whiskey and say hello to Cassanova for me..
~Amber
Comment