There are no handkerchiefs large enough to hold some kind of tears. Today, accompanied by our vet and his life-companion Baby, Sogno, the oldest guest of the shelter and the only horse, was put to sleep, after that this morning he was struck by a cerebral ischemia that caused him a paresis of the back train.
Our vet arrived immediately, but the situation worsened over the course of the hours, with the paralysis of the muscles on the right side of the snout and rapidly aggravating breathing problems. When Luca, the vet, approached to help him leave and finally free himself from grief, Sogno stretched his neck and closed his eyes: we believe it was his way to tell us that he was ready and to ask us to let him go .
Baby sniffed him, felt he was not breathing anymore, it turned away. The moment she bent over him seemed the sweetest farewell kisses.
We could tell you his story , his unique relationship with the donkey Baby, his being the only horse in the middle of a hundred donkeys. We could tell you about old age, how, in recent times, every day seemed to take away years, but also how he was still ready to defend his Baby, just a few months ago, from the "assaults" of the pony Leo, or how, until yesterday, he loved to take long baths of earth and mud. But we ask you to wait, because the words are all there, clogged under a cork of pain.
He had become an old fragile giant, every now and then he seemed to be leaving but he always amazed us, always getting up. In our heart we thought it was immortal; who knows how long it will still seem to see him there, on the slopes of his hill.