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Please continue to hold CG and her dear Fantacie in your thoughts (and prayers if you're into that sort of thing). One hearty BM has not truly gotten her out of the woods...
 
Thanks, Alchemist, for the kind thoughts.

So yeah, I haven't been on the forum at all in the last week or so, caring for sick pony has been time consuming, and the aftermath of no longer having a sick pony hasn't been so hot either... I hope to eventually catch up on everything I've missed around here.

At least the backhoe operator who buried her for me today says he's willing to barter for a case of stuff from my wine cellar. :)
 
Chevette Girl said:
...caring for sick pony has been time consuming, and the aftermath of no longer having a sick pony hasn't been so hot either...

At least the backhoe operator who buried her for me...:)
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Oops, here goes my morbid curiosity, but I did kinda wonder what the "disposition of remains" is for a horse...One day SWF will have a beautiful horse skeleton on its grounds...

And in the meantime, there is "work for the hands to do..."
Our animals are family.
Condolences and peace to you.
 
Thanks, Riverat. That's pretty much what I've been holding onto :)

Oh, uh, don't worry about being morbid, you can't be worse than me... we usually bury our horses at the farm (because we can), especially the horses who've been there a long time (and Fantacie was there almost 22 years), so she's in good company and there are already plenty of skeletons scattered about the lower field to be dug up when some developper eventually buys the place and turns it into a housing subdivision. Some people have their horses hauled away and cremated so they can put them in an urn or bury the ashes somewhere special to them, others just call the meat truck and they go to feed fur farm animals or something equally horrid. There is no easy or pleasant way to move a dead horse. I didn't watch that part but I believe it involved the forklift attachment on the backhoe's front bucket. It was too wet for the lower field so she was buried at the corner of the cedar woods and the nice backhoe guy had dug up a huge rock while excavating and when he was all done, he set it like a headstone so at least we'll always know where she is. We're going to plant some perennials around it, make it all pretty.

Thank you, I am mostly peaceful.
 
Hugs for a Chevette. It's hard to lose someone who's been that long a part of your life, but it sounds like she was a ripe old age and well loved. No pony could ask for more.
 
Thanks, Soyala... Actually if it wasn't for her melanomas suddenly going haywire on her (we suspect due to an immuno-response to a vaccination), she'd have had many years left... the week before, we were gallumping around in the woods like a 4-year-old. It's just amazing how fast someone can decline within a week when cancer is involved. But she was well-loved and will be missed.
 
Chevette Girl said:
It's just amazing how fast someone can decline within a week when cancer is involved. But she was well-loved and will be missed.
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I have no doubt she was well-loved. She was lucky to have you.


You're not kidding about the quickness with which cancer renders us still. A guy I work with has a son my age. His son found out he had cancer. So the father got on a plane (in Maine) and flew to his son (in California) to be with him. When he arrived, he went to the son's house, but the door was locked. He called the cops, and when they finally entered the house, his son had already died.

Cancer sucks.
 
It depends on the cancer.
People have been known to live in a state of mutual tolerance (if not harmony) with cancer for years at a stretch.
 
Cancer does suck. I know one guy who's been living in mutual tolerance with terminal prostate cancer for years and unless something changes, there's no reason it can't go on like this for years to come, but he has to be very careful about overstressing his body or things could change... and in Fantacie's case, the melanomas had been there, growing very slowly for almost a decade but then something changed, and that was that... I had a coworker die of cancer too, he went from fine to dead in a few months, and I had a high school friend whose fiancé died from a brain tumour they didn't find out about until after he went into a coma. From fine to brain-dead in hours. But as awful as it is, it's not the only nasty surprise that could end it all. My dad died of sudden cardiac death eleven years ago, his father had a stroke three years ago, and then there are external causes like auto accidents or industrial explosions, random snipers and bombs at the finish line.

I'm just thankful I got to let Fantacie end it in comfort, because no matter what the nurse tells you, "unplugging" (feed/water) is NOT a quiet and peaceful way for a human to go, the body fights it every step of the way, and as I understand, dying from cancer is highly painful. Sometimes we treat animals better than we treat humans... but that's my own gripe, and I'm not trying to spark a debate on euthanasia on Alchemist's prayer thread!

Every day we all roll the dice, we should just be thankful we're still here to roll them.
 
Not to get all existential on you, but when I was spinning the yarn that initiated this thread there were countless occasions when The Question popped into my head uninvited:

If this were my last day on Earth, would I be (doing this very thing that I'm doing at this moment, WHATEVER it happened to be at that moment)...?

I was surprised and delighted to discover how often the answer was "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes."

Make Memories!

And peace to all.
 
Thank you so much, I will post a photo once I get done with whatever I end up doing with it :) Fantacie is resting in peace under a nice big natural headstone, near the woods and across from the outhouse ...and by the number of donated, gifted and transplanted plants, will soon be under a whole bottanical garden of her own. It's a fitting way to remember the Twerp. And if I ever find her spare nameplate (which should be in the basement somewhere) I'll affix it to the back of the stone (not everyone needs to know it's a grave marker).
 
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