This is a page that no one wants to have or to use but I
was always brought up with the saying "where you have livestock you
have dead stock"
Unfortunately I have the need to use this page as last year (summer 06) I lost my first mini.
She was my first, my love, my "Crabby Chicken".
Silver had a fabulous way of making all the other horses think she was the boss, even with the two legged people.
She really was the matriarchal mare and kept everyone in line, leading
the way and keeping watch over all. Dare a stallion make any unwelcome
move toward the herd!! When it came time to catch her it was on "her
terms" and you always had to follow the same pattern, until she
established (usually in front of everyone there), who was "the boss". Her nick
name was Crabby Chicken and it really suited her in the herd, but put
her on her own with only human contact and you couldn't get a sweeter
mare. She really did love people she just didn't like to admit it to
the others.
Silver was a very proud mum and was never
happier than when she had a foal at foot. On the years she didn't have
a foal of her own she would try to steal one.
Our girl foaled for the last time
on July 6th 06 and had a beautiful tiny Colt, Kwaimoon First
Edition. Spencer was only three weeks old when we noticed Silver
not quite herself. She was holding her head to one side and had a
swelling under her keel.
Silver was taken to the vets and tests were started.
It was found that she was in heart and liver failure. She was treated
very agressively with antibiotics and other necessary medication but is
was of no avail. After three days I knew she wasn't going to make it. I
hugged her and told her it was alright to go and I promised to look
after her little man for her. She didn't want to. She fought for dear
life, hanging in there for her baby. I do believe if she hadn't had a
foal at foot she would have given up long before.
Silver was very quietly and gently put to sleep. The last favour I could do for an old friend!
SLIEVECROOB SILVER MOON
May 1997-Aug 2006
To dear little Justin (angel colt), who just couldn't make it. For the few precious moments you were with us we loved you and those big dark eyes of your would have broken anyones heart. Sorry it wasn't to be.xxx
