I'd had him for 23 yrs, since I was 12. He was my first pony, and I really did love him more than anything else,(apart from DH and DD). He went mercifully quickly- went down with colic around 10am yesterday and after two visits from the vet was diagnosed with twisted gut. There was nothing she could do, so he was put out of his pain at 3.05pm.
I think I'm just having real trouble coming to terms with the fact I'm never going to see him again, never going to hear him whinny at me or boot the door for his food, and my DD will not remember him, (she is only 8 months).
I cannot stop crying, and am also so worried about what it will be like for him on 'the other side', (assuming there is one). I probably sound mad, but he depended on me for everything, how will he cope without me?
If anyone has been through similar and has any wise words I would really appreciate it.