My old TB (17) has been suffering from sarcoids for 8 years, and after lots of treatment I decided to call it a day a few months ago. The plan was to let him enjoy some spring grass and sunshine and then put him to sleep before the flies got into the unhealed wound - the reason for stopping treatment....
This morning I went to get him and his mate in from the field and noticed that he was moving slowly - I thought perhaps he'd been kicked, or was just stiff. On inspection I discovered that he had ruptured the whole wound area - the bit right up in his groin and the whole thing had split open, about 6" long, and was dripping blood like a tap. I got him in, called the vet and we decided that it was all over.
He must have been bleeding for ages as there was lots of blood in the field and he was weak and droopy and I feel so bad that his last hours were spent in pain and distress - I wanted it to be quiet and peaceful but it was awful. I held him as he went down and had to run away when the lorry came for him. It was all so quick and I'm sure it was ok for him, but god I feel awful - I so didn't want him to suffer and I couldn't give him that.
Sorry, there's no point to this, I just feel dreadful and need to get it out really.