Obituary Robinson
"wuzeln" once again in the meadow
At almost 25 years of age, our beloved Robinson showed that it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to cope with his laminitis and arthrosis in his body.
Robinson lived at Gut Aiderbichl in Henndorf for 18 years. He spent many years here together with his friend Tiger, also a former back horse.
As a rule, back horses are powerful cold-blooded horses that have to demonstrate a great deal of strength. Their work consists of pulling tree trunks out of rough terrain. The back horse receives the commands for its movements during work from the farmer: “… go left, go right, stop, continue slowly …”. The huge Robinson did his work with great concentration. Working as a back horse made Robinson more and more tired, so one day he was sold to the horse dealer. However, the journey in the horsebox did not take Robinson to the horse slaughterhouse, but to his new forever home at Gut Aiderbichl in Henndorf.
Robinson became a good friend to many people. He was highly sensitive and very often gave the impression that he could read our human brains. Dieter Ehrengruber also visited Robinson from time to time and had the impression that “our big one” would like to take a few walks around the yard. It was a gesture of thanks and trust to Robinson. He walked slowly through the stable lane and greeted all his stable mates. Then the path continued across the courtyard, past the Kune Kune pigs and eventually back to his stable.
Robinson was above it all. There were rarely too many cuddles, he loved to be stroked and he loved it when you talked to him quietly. Whether with soft words or simply by standing next to him and resting your head on his forehead or stroking his large nostrils. He liked to close his eyes and smile tenderly because he simply felt completely at ease during these minutes and enjoyed the situation.
One of his most loyal visitors was increasingly the farrier and the vets. Robinson’s hooves became more and more problematic and he also felt the effects of osteoarthritis as he got older. The medication was adapted to his state of health. The day drew ever closer that we wished would be even longer. The animal carers and doctors became more and more aware of the relief from the pain.
Robinson’s hooves no longer wanted to carry him without pain. He himself was increasingly refusing to leave his stable to go out into the paddock. There was one more joyful jump and one really cool “wuzel” – but Robinson lacked the vitality and strength for more.
The sky turned black, a thunderstorm rolled in and a terrible wind blew as we took Robinson out into the meadow for the last time. He walked in the company of his grooms and horse friends. It was as if the thunder and lightning in the sky opened up the horse heaven for our beloved Robinson.
Our big friend with the bright mane fell asleep calmly and peacefully. Then there was peace and quiet and a beautiful rainbow could be seen in the sky. This is a scene we will never forget.
Whether human or animal - we are all destined to go.
Dear Robinson,
You left a deep mark on the hearts of your people. Your calmness, your composure and sometimes your mischievous behaviour will never be forgotten by anyone who was allowed to be with you.
You have now arrived in a world without pain – enjoy the gallop across the meadows. Take care, dear Robinson!
