Recently the place i work at, had to put down two yearlings, both of whom had problems with their legs and couldn't be helped any further. Realistically I know it had to be done, but my heart still aches.

Suppose I am pathetically soft and sentimental in this respect, but I really feel every single time a horse is put down on the farm. It leaves me with a great sense of sadness and sorrow that they will no longer feel the wind in their mane and the sun on their backs. I know I should be harder and steel myself to it, but in a way I hope I never get to the point where an animal's death doesn't leave a mark on me. Then I think its time for me to step back and take a long hard look at myself!!