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Rozvita is gone
2011.06.23.



Rozvita was born in 1989. She was a half-bred 'kisbéri' mare. Her master's family was one of the victims of the red-mud catastrophe in Kolontár and was forced to leave Rosie with us. Her master said Rosie's udder was tick-bitten which bunged up a little bit. This was the start for Rosie's story...

The bite had to recover in no time but Rosie's udder had become worse with time. A few days later we called our vet. The problem didn't look so serious so we did our best (we milked her and gave her infusion). Unfortunately, she didn't get better despite of the anti-inflammatory and the antibiotics. The X-ray didn't show us anything useful, no cyst, no tumor. Weeks and months passed, her udder bunged up even more and there was technically only blood coming form the udder. The examinations didn't bring any results in contempt of two laboratory testings.

Our vet was searching for the solution in all Europe but there wasn't any vet knowing anything about this disease. It had emerged that it could be a kind of toxic reaction caused by fodder, but since she moved 200 kilometres recently and also we purchase fodder from various sources, this option was ruled out and everyone remained at a loss. It seemed like no one ever met a case like this before.

We wanted surgery but nobody agreed to cut her udder mainly because of her age and the unknown origin of the symptoms, rising the risks too high to undertake.

The problem became bigger, her udder was full of blood and it busted all the time making her rear legs stained with blood constantly. The udder formed an enormous wound and we couldn't help her with no medicines or painkillers.
She was eating all day but she lost a lot of weight. We managed to ease her pain for some time, thus she had some better days, but then again, mostly it was just wrong.

After some time medicines started to damage her liver and stomach but had no use killing the pain anymore. Rosie became thinner and resigned to being alone. To makes things worse, spring was coming along with flies, bringing inevitable infections.

We had to make the hardest decision. We've been discussing it for about 3 days, but seeing her just standing there far from the others we had to realize that it was already settled.

Facing the fact that it was necessary to put her down made everyone depressed. Some hided sobbing, others couldn't resist to go and hug her with watery eyes down the meadow.
When it emerged to let her go on a Saturday nobody wanted to come to the final decision, although we all knew there was no other way out of this. We did it eventually. It was hard enough, but it was the best thing to do. Everyone said goodbye during her last days.

The day had came. Tired and sad arrived the few volunteers who felt necessary to be with her in the last minute.

We gave her carrots last.

All morning was about to hold emotions in and not to mourn Rosie while she was still alive. The vet came around 11 AM.

We set out to say goodbye and take her anguish away forever. She tood calmly, letting us put the halter on and lead her away. Maybe she didn't resist because she just knew what we were up to. It seemed she had gave up long ago.
We came to a stand in the corner of the meadow, letting her be with the rest of the stud. She was never really fond of being alone and we were sure the other horses could handle the trauma.

She got the first injection.

In the meantime, Karma the tibetian monk, leader of Noah for the Life Community stood and prayed making it easier for us to bear the pain of losing her and believing that she is not really dying, just letting her diseased body behind.

Dr. Kerekes shot the second injection.

Rosie was lying on the soil with us trying to hold crying and disapointment back, that we were unable to help a magnificient animal like her. We must let her go. The doctor was listening to Rosie's hartbeat getting slower every second, when suddenly a little bell went clink behind us. And the same minute, Rosie's heart stopped beating forever.
It was over. Rozvita was gone.
We still don't know how could Karma spot the the minute when Rosie's heart stopped, but he did and we are pleased that he was there in her very last minutes, helping her to the other side like we could not possibly do.

Ajtony, the horse Rosie was spending her last weeks with on the upper meadow watched the whole thing. He was standing confused, showing the pain of his loss.


We patted Rosie for the last time and set off distressed with eyes watering.

And then Ajtony was leading his tiny, 3 member-stud to Rosie, covered with a blanket already to say their farewells. It was a horrible loss for us, but the biggest burden was definitely Ajtony's.

Shortly after this the body was taken away and we had to get back to reality. Life must go on; we have to accept that sometimes it could be tough and no matter how hard we fight for something, we will always have battles lost.




Dear Rozi,
We wish you to be happy and strong on the meadow in the sky. There won't be any pain, everybody is healthy. And we want you to welcome our old loved horses: Maidlen, Kisgenya and Álmos. You all miss us so much! We hope you are all happy to gallop in the peaceful sky!

Rozi was 22 years old. She lived 1 year in the Noé.



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