Tucker crossed the rainbow bridge on January 2 of this year.
The EPSM was taking it's course on his body. He looked horrible...if it weren't for his fat belly, he could have been mistaken for a rescued starvation case. His hip bones protruded, you could count his ribs, and there was an ever increasing big dip just in front of his croup. Weird.
He had been very subdued during the month of December. He was off his feed a little and just not himself. I could see muscle tremors.
I had come to terms long ago that I would not let him suffer. There is no cure for EPSM. He would continue to worsen. I prefer to let an animal go with dignity. Better a day too early than a day too late. I have seen many horses who waited until it was a day too late and it has left me with emotional scarring. If it is in my power, I will never let one of my animals have to suffer because I was too selfish to let them go.
Tucker, you were definitely one of my best horses. I am sorry that health issues kept getting in the way. We had fun on cross country. You were a gently soul, you had a funny bone in you which amused everyone and you were certainly beautiful.
I hope that you are galloping pain free and that you, Imp, Pilgrim, Dolly and Teddy are all getting along and loving heaven.
"No heaven can heaven be, if my horse isn't there to welcome me."