In August, I said goodbye to my sweet black Morgan. Quinta was a character. Not a mean bone in her body, but also slow to trust, with a very short list of people on her ‘good’ list. Perfect ground manners, unless you were walking up to her in a field carrying a halter.

Early this spring, one of her eyes got swollen and weepy. Treated with steroids, but it came back and we got a diagnosis of bilateral equine recurrent uveitis (ERU). We spent the entire spring and summer going back and forth to the NCSU vet school - subpalpabrel lavages, steroid injections, UV blocking eye mask, leptospirosis treatment, surgery for immunosuppressant implants, and meds 2-3 times a day when was she was back at our boarding barn. We were recovering from post-implant surgery when she colicked - sad and frustrating, but not that surprising after months of steroids, atropine, and banamine. We went back to NSCU, where she did pull through after a week of hospitalization. (Having to make the no-surgery decision at 3 am for your 19 year old mare is not a good night). She came home from the vet school with a moving GI tract and clear eyes, but soon developed corneal ulcers in both eyes that refused to heal. So, seven months after this all started, I euthanized her in the cross-country field where we had happily ridden so many times.
Quinta was a brave and compliant patient throughout the whole ordeal and made many friends at our local vet clinic and the NC State hospital. I could not have asked for better vets and techs and I am endlessly grateful for their expertise, support, and kindness.
She did suffer me a few dressage shows, and was a cute mover.
Her last day. We had lots of peppermints, carrots, and snuggles. She was surprisingly good at snuggling, given her general distrust of humans.