I lasted 48 hours. I did try, honest.
But I am hopeless about diets. I hate them. I hate watching animals suffer (it shitted with rain yesterday) so I let everyone go out together because they miss each other and never stop shouting. No one settles.
My reasoning is that the field is not brilliant – well, that was what I told myself.
And they were so happy all together – lots of rolling, little bucks of happiness and general smiling. They are a close herd.
Meanwhile I am holding firm on the three ponies with laminitis. Even I can see the point of that. Is it sad that when I was moving Vitamin and Fivla back to the field, Fivla went to Albie’s stable and he was absolutely thrilled to see her. Someone kill me now. The guilt is intolerable.
Guilt = love = problem solving that the critters don’t understand. You are doing the right things to keep everyone healthy. Happy is not a gaurantee.
God forbid someone’s laminitis got so bad you had to call a vet and euthanise – that might well be a guilt you would never ever forgive yourself for.
Sam is right, you are doing your best for those you love.
vet refused to come out.
Guilt is the caring mothers burden. Please take it as a positive attribute. I wish I was one of your ponies!