smanf
Well-Known Member
Following on from another thread, and as a thank you for all the wonderful advice that I have received over the past eight months, I have finally made the heart wrenching decision to let go of my beautiful boy, whom I thought would be my next forever horse 
I have tried everything, including change of diet, supplements, groundwork, moving 40 miles down into the country, physios, vets, lessons (all costing a small fortune) to make it work with him but have finally admited defeat and that I have neither the time nor the experience to bring out his full potential. I bought him following the death of my previous horse whom I'd had for twenty years. The new boy (scatty 16.1 Anglo Arab) was everything I had wanted in my late teens (although he is far greener than I was ever lead to believe), but now I suppose at the age of 31 the old self preservation is starting to kick in
I am utterly heartbroken and haven't now seen him for 8 days (Mum has been looking after him for me) as I think it is better that way.
That said, the relief I now feel, that the next time I go to the yard, there will be a funny looking sort of grey roan 15.3 ISH there waiting for me is amazing. I rode him at the weekend and all my confidence came flooding back, I even popped him over a soppy little cross pole
The vetting is being done tomorrow so I have everything crossed. The guy selling me the ISH is taking my boy, he is an ex-jockey (who deals occasionally) so I think they may have some fun together.
I have tried everything, including change of diet, supplements, groundwork, moving 40 miles down into the country, physios, vets, lessons (all costing a small fortune) to make it work with him but have finally admited defeat and that I have neither the time nor the experience to bring out his full potential. I bought him following the death of my previous horse whom I'd had for twenty years. The new boy (scatty 16.1 Anglo Arab) was everything I had wanted in my late teens (although he is far greener than I was ever lead to believe), but now I suppose at the age of 31 the old self preservation is starting to kick in
That said, the relief I now feel, that the next time I go to the yard, there will be a funny looking sort of grey roan 15.3 ISH there waiting for me is amazing. I rode him at the weekend and all my confidence came flooding back, I even popped him over a soppy little cross pole