You can't imagine how hard it is for me to write this. We all had such high hopes for Macho Man to recover from his surgery, and be able to not have to deal with a pendulous sheath as he had for years.
Unfortunately that was not meant to be, this morning he crossed the Rainbow Bridge surrounded by all of us that would have done anything to change the outcome.
He hadn't been interested in eating or drinking since we picked him up Friday, so we had been closely watching him. Everything seemed to be working as it should, he had been pooing and peeing. At 23 he wasn't a youngster, but donkeys can live 40-50 years.
Our best guess is he had a heart attack. He was a loner from being alone for years. And he wasn't a fan of being fussed with and "made" over. So perhaps putting him in a trailer and hauling him to the clinic, going thru the surgery, hauling him home and all that fussing and hands on was just too much for him. We'll never know for sure, but in hindsight maybe a pendulous sheath wasn't so bad after all.
In rescue you aren't suppose to have favorites, but I've always had an affinity for the old guys. Most of them have gone thru a lot to get to that place in their lives, and our goal has always been to give them the best final home we can. This is not the outcome we hoped for, and I'm sure in the future other hard decisions will have to be made. Their lives are in our hands, and we can only hope and pray to make the right one.