What's even more heartbreaking is her 8 yr old son is kissing him goodbye. I feel so bad. I tried, but I just couldn't get the respiration down. When I left he was at least holding steady (which is still bad, but he wasn't getting worse. We knew he only had a 50/50 shot at making it through the night. This sucks. He was my pick for longe line next year. His temp went down some more and he sniffed some hay, looked at Mocha, and laid down and passed away. Poor little guy. What a bad day.

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