I haven’t wanted to update since we lost Alana.
She fought valiantly for several days, but she was desprately underweight to start with and she didn’t have the reserves to keep up the fight.
I grew attached to her in the handful of days she was with us. Caring for her every hour or so and encouraging her to keep fighting created a bond. She always kept me on my toes. If I left her pen gate open she would make a three-legged dash for the green grass. Finally I left her in the fenced yard rather than make her hobble away from the other horses and good grass.
I went out the last morning. She was down and lacked the energy to get back up. She lay, muscles quivering, for a few moments and quit breathing. She held on long enough not to be alone.