48 Hours

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.

 


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4 thoughts on “48 Hours

  1. Sam

    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.

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  2. Beth

    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.

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