A short life

Look at that sweet little muzzle peeking out. That is the baby face of Squeak's colt who was born yesterday around 11 am. Although he was foaled without warning, we got there within minutes of his birth.

Good thing too. We did not get to have him long.


This boy was sired by Peppy Plays for Cash. What that translates to is $$$$. As horrible as it is to lose one ever, it is worse to lose one that cost good money to make. And for Squeak to lose one is even worse, as she is an outstanding mother, who needs a baby in her life.
He looked exactly like her.
Getting up was not easy.
But he tried and tried.
Almost there

Woops, he did a header. That would have left a mark. If he had lived.

We struggled getting him to nurse, and I got far more involved in that than I ever had before. I am not 100% convinced that he was all the way right.

We found him dead, for no apparent reason. He did not even live a whole day, we suspect he died in the nite, if not the evening.

Damn it.

It breaks my heart for Squeak, who is handling it really well, although the story of her behavior is an interesting one. When we got to the barn when we discovered him, she acted totally normal. As my panic set in, so did hers...she was as frantic as I was...it was the strangest thing. She had to be feeding off of my energy, because she cannot see enough to matter.

This is the hard part of this business. I know with the number of babies that we have, it is bound to happen, but it sure sucks when it does.

Meanwhile, Gypsy's filly is STILL pooping. I am getting to the end point of how long I can feed her Biosponge---and yet she is still going. She acts like she feels great, and is eating well, which is awesome, but how she has kept from getting dehydrated, I have no idea. I cannot bear another loss right now, we have been hit from every angle lately, and I need to get through this.