Christmas Crumpet
Well-Known Member
I've just said goodbye to my darling boy. He is being PTS at 11 today.
I bought him out of training in May 2008 to hunt. He came looking like a hatrack...
and spent the summer getting fat, going on lovely hacks every day with the dog (we were the 3 Muskateers).
He then started hunting which was interesting. He could do backwards leg yield across fields - an amazing talent he thought. I didn't!! On our last day's hunting I took him visiting to the Warwickshire and he was flying over hedges like he'd been doing it forever.
He went wrong the week after Warwickshire tearing the supraspinous ligament in his back and then when he wasn't in work anymore his whole body started to unravel and I think the years of racing and being in training did him a lot of harm.
He had every treatment possible (paid for by insurance - god bless the NFU!!) but never came right. We thought he would be ok and I started working him again but he didn't stay right even after weeks of walking. I took the decision to have his shoes taken off about 2 months ago and he has had a lovely summer in the apple orchard getting fat with the mares in the field opposite him and today seems like the right day for him to go.
Happy taught me so much about horses and made me believe in my abilities as I transformed him from racehorse to proper hunter. He came as a nervous wreck and is now the most confident, happy person - he's a proper one person horse.
I cried when I called him to bring him in and he came to find me in the field. He's had a huge breakfast and is happily tucked up in his box watching the racehorses come and go into the yard from being ridden out. I couldn't be there when the deed is done. I want to remember him as he was hanging over the stable door with hay hanging from his ears blinking as the morning sun blinded him.
Goodnight and god bless you darling, darling horse. There will never be another one like you.
I bought him out of training in May 2008 to hunt. He came looking like a hatrack...
and spent the summer getting fat, going on lovely hacks every day with the dog (we were the 3 Muskateers).
He then started hunting which was interesting. He could do backwards leg yield across fields - an amazing talent he thought. I didn't!! On our last day's hunting I took him visiting to the Warwickshire and he was flying over hedges like he'd been doing it forever.
He went wrong the week after Warwickshire tearing the supraspinous ligament in his back and then when he wasn't in work anymore his whole body started to unravel and I think the years of racing and being in training did him a lot of harm.
He had every treatment possible (paid for by insurance - god bless the NFU!!) but never came right. We thought he would be ok and I started working him again but he didn't stay right even after weeks of walking. I took the decision to have his shoes taken off about 2 months ago and he has had a lovely summer in the apple orchard getting fat with the mares in the field opposite him and today seems like the right day for him to go.
Happy taught me so much about horses and made me believe in my abilities as I transformed him from racehorse to proper hunter. He came as a nervous wreck and is now the most confident, happy person - he's a proper one person horse.
I cried when I called him to bring him in and he came to find me in the field. He's had a huge breakfast and is happily tucked up in his box watching the racehorses come and go into the yard from being ridden out. I couldn't be there when the deed is done. I want to remember him as he was hanging over the stable door with hay hanging from his ears blinking as the morning sun blinded him.
Goodnight and god bless you darling, darling horse. There will never be another one like you.