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This is one of my favorite photos of Rags, taken about ten years ago. When we left in May for a six-week road trip, he was in fair condition: not too bad for a thirty-three-year-old horse. A few weeks before we got back, the friend who was taking care of him said he was losing condition. Even worse, he was losing his appetite. When I got back, I realized he had lost at least a grade of condition. Jack and I decided it was time.
A little while ago, his vet came out and agreed that he looked far worse than the last time she saw him. She said it probably cancer. She administered the injections, and he was gone in an instant.
We had Rags since he was an eight-year-old: over twenty-five years.
Mirrored from Five Acres with a View.
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