WelshMisfit
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Have had an absolutely awful day today.
Started wonderfully, with my sis borrowing my friend's horse and the two of us going for a hack on the mountain behind my yard. She lives 2 hours away from me so we never get the opportunity to ride together, but she was down for the weekend and my friend kindly offered the loan of her horse for the day. We'd been out for less than half an hour, on a path we use a couple of times a week when, on crossing a slightly boggy part of the path, Magic sunk all the way up to his belly! I leapt off his back and tried pulling him up onto his feet, and he was struggling like mad to get out but he just kept sinking back into it. After a couple of attempts he just stopped struggling and just lay there looking up at me as though to say "Mum, I can't do it, I need help" I was pulling on his reins, screaming at him to get up but he was stuck fast. Thank God my sis was with me. Between her pulling on his reins and me pushing him from behind and him struggling once again to get up, we managed to get him out. He wasn't in there very long but to me it was an eternity.
As soon as he was out, the enormity of what had just happened hit me and I was sobbing hysterically but not crying if that makes sense? I was up there on Friday evening on my own riding the exact same path, it could so easily have happened then! He's a little lame in his right back leg but I'm hoping it's just a pulled muscle. It certainly improves the more he moves around so I'm hoping it's something as simple as that. He's turned out tonight so that he doesn't stiffen up in his stable.
Thing is I can't stop thinking about it. I've cried on and off all day about it, and keep picturing him there looking so helpless.
I love him so much and I can't believe how close I came today to losing him. Can feel myself filling up now as I'm writing this. I didn't even think about myself going down in the bog, I just went back in after him. My sis said to me afterwards, "there was no way he wasn't coming out of that bog, you could see it in your face"
Sorry for the long post, just needed to talk to someone about it.
As soon as he was out, the enormity of what had just happened hit me and I was sobbing hysterically but not crying if that makes sense? I was up there on Friday evening on my own riding the exact same path, it could so easily have happened then! He's a little lame in his right back leg but I'm hoping it's just a pulled muscle. It certainly improves the more he moves around so I'm hoping it's something as simple as that. He's turned out tonight so that he doesn't stiffen up in his stable.
Thing is I can't stop thinking about it. I've cried on and off all day about it, and keep picturing him there looking so helpless.
Sorry for the long post, just needed to talk to someone about it.