This sweet girl is named Carly. She and Mr Jones have a "thing". Her owner's going to have her put down tomorrow for understandable reasons. Probably not completely necessary, and not what I would do, but the vet and the barn manager are on board with it, and I know they wouldn't be if she weren't going downhill. She's not that old either. 26.
The owner, was of course crying when she told me about it. I know it wasn't an easy decision. But at least Carly will be happy and comfortable until the end. The barn owner will give her a sedative in the morning, then the vet will come, give her something to completely render her unconscious, then inject a drug that will stop her heart. It will be fine for Carly. Terribly sad for the owner.
She's one of my favorite horses out there. During my darkest days, when all I could do was drag myself out to the barn and walk out into pasture to sit for hours, and during these much brighter times when I hike out into the park and return after, sometimes after nightfall,, she was and is, always the first one to come up to me and quietly, gently, greet me. I'm really glad I got to say goodbye and give her one last pat on the neck.