Thursday, September 6, 2012

Sometimes I hate owning animals -

because it means you have to make some horrible decisions.

RIP Minstrel (the grey beside Rory)

He has just been a "paddock mate" for the last 11 years, as he had a tumor in his eye, and it had got to the stage where there was a large growth around the eye, and he was finding it difficult balance wise on the hill.  The last thing we wanted was for him to fall and break a leg, or drown in a creek.  So when the Vet came on other business yesterday he was "put down".  The worst thing is his "mate" Tango is missing him, and calling for him.  She will get over it though (hopefully soon).

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