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Tue, 31 Jul 2007

Thank you, Gabi.  We laid him to rest yesterday afternoon, and we buried him under a tree on a neighboring ranch.  As hard as it was, he had started declining even faster the past few days.  It was so hard to see him be scared and confused.  We loved on him a lot to say good-bye, and the vet gave him a sedative so he was very calm.   George has been standing at the entrance of the barn neighing and looking for his buddy which may be the saddest of all.  We won't ever forget him either.  He is the sweetest horse I have ever known. 

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Rave was always a close talker. Why chat from acouple of feet away when two people (Rave and the onec whom he was talking) could be a couple of inches apart? Logical enough question. Rave wasn't even our intended adoption. George picked out this skinny little Tennessee Walker, a young boy of 4, and dragged him along to Montana.
While George expressed a devout interest in food, Rave was all about the loving. And we fell for him hook line and sinker.
Shortly after he arrived (and possibly accelerated by rapid weight gain - no one knows for sure), he began showing signs of a neurological problem. When my husband was out of town, I found Rave stuck on his back in the creek, struggling to keep his head out of water. Somehow my dog and I got
Rave up, scared, muddy, confused, but safe for the time being.
Several vets saw him, and each concluded his wobblers was progressing rapidly. We confined him to a level paddock while we tried medications. The
steroids worked short term but were not an option for life. And Rave still wasn't safe to run free. While Rave was confined, George wouldn't leave
him. So both boys were in a large barn c an attached paddock. We hauled in water and hay. And still Rave's condition progressed. Even on level ground, he often could not tell where his feet were, and he fell.
Sometimes he would be exhausted and unable to rise. Several times I sat c him on the ground, just stroking his head, heart-broken that I couldn't help him or explain what was happening.
We finally decided this wasn't how Rave wanted to live, and we knew we couldn't afford the surgical options that may or may not help him. We asked the vet to come out and lay him to rest. His last day we let Rave and George out by the creek and let them graze. Rave fell a couple of times but was so excited to be in the lush grass that he didn't get scared or
upset.
In 4 short months, that skinny young Walker c a silly personality and love to spare stole our hearts. He was worth every penny, and we loved every minute we had c him. Rave, our close talker. A true pocket horse (who might fall on you, but that's really a minor detail in the overall scheme of things, right?)
George knew exactly what he was doing when he chose Raven to come home c him. Thank you, Gabi, for our time c Rave. We miss him. -paiger

 
   
 
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