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King
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Buckskin Quarter Horse |
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Passed away on April 1, 2014
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30 years of age
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King was my mother’s horse since she was 12. I started helping my grandparents take care of him. King hasn’t been rideable since he was about 25 because he had bad back legs, so he was just a stable/field horse.
King was my best friend. I could tell this beautiful boy anything and it would be safe with him. King meant a lot to me. He also meant a lot to everyone else out at the barn. When he first started getting sick, everyone was concerned.
He started loosing weight and muscles fast, in less than a he was skin and bones. We gave him shots, two different kinds of antibiotics and one kind of pain medication, everyday, twice a day, as the family equine vet prescribed us to give him. He just was not getting any better.
Going out to the barn and seeing him just made me cry. Everyday I would pray to Lord asking him to keep Kingers (That’s his nickname I called him either Kingers or Kinger boy.) safe. But King just was getting worse. We finally found a very bad puncture wound with a bad infection. The infection just wouldn’t go away. He was withering away. He stopped eating and just stood around and laid downs for almost 2 hours at a time. We had to make the decision to put King out of his misery by putting him to sleep, forever.
I had lost my best friend in the whole world. King was 30 years old, I knew that he had lived a long happy life; he was a happy horse, you could tell that just by looking at him.
He was a horse of a million, it was hard not to love him. King was different than every other horse, I was so close to him. He reminded me of my grandpa who had died a year before we had to make the heart shattering decision to put old Kinger boy to sleep. I never wanted to do this, but I knew he’d be with the great loving Lord our God and never have to feel pain or suffering again.
In all King meant everything to me, he was so sweet and loving. He was everything a horse lover ever wanted. I loved King since I was born, and still do. Seeing his empty stall next to my other horse Syd, well it’s heartbreaking.
I will never forget this guy. He was special and always will be. I know that he is in heaven with my grandpa now, running in that never-ending green field with my grandpa on his back, happy and worry free.
I could go on and on forever about King, but I will keep this sort of short. RIP to my best friend, King…
Kaitlyn
Busy Poco King
