I headed down to the barn, loaded up with scissors, sheets, tensor bandages, etc., to see what I could do. Joey wasn't in good shape, standing up tall, still in the back of Whitey. My two BIL's and Pops, along with all of us, bandaged him up the best we could. Led by one BIL, Joey walked to the barn, we propped him up with hay bales and waited for the vet. She didn't arrive until quite a few hours later and said there was nothing more we could do. The damage was just too severe, and along with possible infection, his chances were slim.
Joey & Woody 2004 at my garden gate waiting for a carrot.
After the Vet left, Hubby came up and grabbed his gun... I cried, it's soooo hard to see an animal put down, especially when one becomes attached. Joey would come to my garden gate and I'd feed him carrots over the fence. Such a preventable accident, but then one just doesn't think about certain things on a ranch when there are so many other things to be done "at the moment." I know that's an odd statement, and terribly hard to explain, but I know there are people out there who will understand. Today I was reminded again when I pulled into the barn parking lot and saw the trail of blood still so fresh from yesterday. Joey is forever on the ranch at the end of the barn field, free to roam :)
Sort of after the fact but here's a picture of Mike & Doug (my two BIL's) taking the sides off of Whitey to replace the deck.