My weekend was less than stellar. My old pony Bingo died Thursday night. He was laying down when we got home from work in some tall grass in a wet patch of lawn. We helped him get up and I forced him to go to the barn (because he always leans back against a wall to sleep). He got a shot of Banamine and I also picked up a new bottle of Azipen to try another round. Found him in his stall Friday morning.There was no suitable place to bury him in his favorite spots on our lawn, so picked a nice shady spot in the main pasture for him. I took his leftover bags of grain to my fellow horsewoman down the road today and talked for quite some time. We always get caught up swapping horse stories. But when I explained all of his symptoms leading to his death, she suggested Congestive Heart Failure. Reading over the symptoms online, she is right. He never had any of the edema, but everything else fits. That explains why the Dex did nothing for his breathing problems, because it wasn't a breathing problem. It is relieving to know what he died of and that there was nothing I could have done to cure him, but wish I had known sooner and I would have put him down 2 weeks ago. He stopped eating last week. I miss him terribly, he was my best friend for 20 years. Even hubby misses Bingo yelling for his grain each morning as soon as you walk in the door. I look out on my back lawn and remember him grazing near the deck. I took down the fence and mowed the lawn today.![]()
I'm so sorry about Bingo. It's so hard to lose an old friend.


