PaintHorseJournal-2010-December V2:Layout 1
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– Farewell<br />
Losing<br />
16/5/92 t<br />
At 5pm when we arrived at the Equine Surgery our beloved, all time favourite mare<br />
Skipastaray (Skippy) weighed in at 620kg and looked magnificent, but boy how looks<br />
can be deceiving as by 8:04pm she was gone forever. It was unbelievably hard to accept,<br />
especially considering that she looked so well and her symptoms were so small, like<br />
picking up and resting her back feet. The truth, however, was that she was inoperable<br />
as a result of foaling complications, and had we not picked up on what was happening<br />
she soon would have been in incredible pain. The fact that she did not suffer gave us<br />
great consolation.<br />
Skippy normally would foal like clockwork and without incident, five days short of a year.<br />
This year would be the exception as the weather was woeful in Victoria and despite<br />
foaling in a nice dry large stable she hung on to the foal for one year and four days. After<br />
the initial signs of foaling she went into inertia. It took both the vet and I all our strength<br />
to get the foal out as he was so big. Although it didn’t go great and there were initial concerns<br />
we were supposed to be home and hosed if she made it to lunch time. She did and<br />
for the next two days I had the vet out to Skippy at least twice a day and every time<br />
the result was the same, heart rate good, temperature good, gut sounds good. So why<br />
was it then that as I watched her on the CCTV all night that she just didn’t look right?<br />
She just wasn’t acting like her normal I’m starving, give me some more food now, pooping<br />
machine self! She just would stand there with her bum in the corner of the stable,<br />
resting one back leg, then the other.<br />
After two days of this behaviour, the local vet finally agreed that she wasn’t right as her<br />
heart rate went up and off we went to surgery.<br />
Inside the clinic prior to the surgery it seemed like there were vets everywhere so I felt<br />
a little awkward when I was hugging Skip, just praying for a good result. Even up to the<br />
last minute prior to surgery as she stood quietly in the crush getting scanned, all she<br />
was worried about was her baby foal, only two days old. When we left the vet that night<br />
and got in the truck to drive home I felt like I couldn’t breathe and was physically ill. By<br />
the next morning the river of tears that had flowed that night had taken its toll on me<br />
and I had broken out in hives.<br />
The next day I went back to the clinic to pick up the foal and was<br />
presented with a plaited section of Skippy’s tail and her forelock<br />
which just killed me inside. I was crying, the receptionist was crying<br />
and basically anyone who was unfortunate enough to come into<br />
contact with me did too. The vet was very mindful, explaining the<br />
whole situation in detail and was careful to say that the damage<br />
was done during the delivery because the foal was so<br />
big and was inoperable from the minute she gave birth.<br />
Somehow, it still didn’t make me feel any better.