All ideas four vets had in the last weeks ended up without any success.
All we tried ends up in contradictory ways. Leading him / walking him does not better but rather worsen the situation. He is so playful, he is so trying, he is such an ANGEL!!
And I am feeling miserable, looking for clues to solve the situation. Can't find any. Come on, keep fighting gentle angel!! We want to have you here on earth.
Nachtrag:
Am 2. November um 8 Uhr morgens ist Tabasco im Frühnebel und umgeben von seinen Ponies von uns gegangen. Ich stelle mir vor, dass er jetzt mit seinem Freund Schöngold da oben über herrliche Wiesen galoppiert.
On November 02, Tabbi left us. He was surrounded by his pony friends and totally calm in the morning fog on his pasture. I imagine him playing with Schöngold up there, grazing and enjoying green fields.
