Around seven years ago I worked my arse off for a beautiful Arabian mare. I was never told her age but I didn't care at the time. I was a happy middle schooler who had worked off a real live horse. I worked hard taking care of chickens and other horses to earn this beautiful animal, They called her 'Granny' and, disliking that name greatly and renamed her 'Knightmare' after her registered name of Knights Prelude.
I found out after a year of riding her that she was much too old (late twenties when they had told me she was late teens/early twenties) and had a back problem. While disappointed I didn't mind. I still earned her and I was happy. We retired Knightmare to a field with our other mare Bluebell; my horse I'd had since I was five and was too terrified to ride once more after an accident from a young age.
Three years ago about, Bluebell's back was paralyzed from a horrible fall in the mud; thus forcing us to put her down. I'd never had to make that decision before and it was hard. That was also the first time I'd ever seen my dad cry. We lost the land that day due to my cousin's ignorance; but above that we lost a family member due to his carelessness.
Bringing Knightmare home to the minis; she wasn't happy. No fields of grass for retirement and three little asswipes to bug her daily. She still loved food and every morning and afternoon she screamed for it as she came up to the feeder box. I hated those screams at the time. Now I miss them. She took a fall during the summer due to heat and running. We thought we'd have lost her then. Feeding her and giving her time to rest, she got up on her own. We were thankful that day.
Yesterday, December 8th; Knightmare went down and this time for good. She couldn't get up and we tried to help her. We put all the hay she wanted and a bucked of water and all we could do was wait until the next day. We knew it was time for her to go. Today, the 9th, we had to call in a vet to put her down. I do what is ritual for me (what I've done with Bluebell) and cut off her forlock and some of her mane to make into a bracelet for me.
It's been an overall hard day. Even if she was old; I miss her and I will dearly. No loud screams to meet me for food, no little nickers as she got impatient with me taking my time. It's going to be a while to adjust to this and I hope her and Bluebell are running through great green pastures together.
R.I.P. Knights Prelude. You will be missed greatly.