We put Hornazona to sleep yesterday. Monday I was examining him and found large quantities of fly eggs and maggots. Sharon and I spent much of the evening trying to get these maggots off of him, but because of his wool, this was impossible.
He was unable to stand up in the morning, so I decided to take him to the vet. The closest hospital was the teaching hospital in Athens.
They gave a very poor prognosis. They found huge amounts of maggots where we hadn't seen any, which was between his legs. They also saw maggots coming out of his butt. He was anemic, and they said he needed a blood transfusion. They said the cost of treatment would be for several weeks and would run upwards of $3000, and they could not guarantee he would make it.
When I said goodbye to him, they had him on his side on an exam table. He was conscious, but barely. I touched his horns, which were cracked and dull.
I remember his friendly spirit. ON the full moon, I hung out in the sheep pen area in a hammock. He seemed very happy to have me nearby. HE brought a lot of joy to many people in the short amount of time he was with us.
But lesson learned, he was too little and fragile for us to take on. Sharon was right, he was too young to be separated from his mother and family. His adopted family wanted nothing to do with him and bullied him, which was dangerous given how much smaller he was compared to his "big sisters".
I try to make sense of his suffering and I cannot. Only, I can try to learn from my mistakes and do better.