MontyandZoom
Well-Known Member
WARNING - LONG!
Four years ago I was finishing my degree in Norwich. I wanted to ride so put an advert out for a horse to share. I had loads of calls and went to see 3. The last one I saw was a beautiful 17hh 16yo dark bay gelding. As soon as I saw him I told my OH I wanted him. I got on and the bloody thing refused to move. After alot of effort on my part, he put in two massive bucks and buggered off round the field. It was love at first sight!!
He was the nappiest awkward bugger you can imagine but I perserved and he ended up teaching me alot - how to stay on, how to fall off, and how to stick with it when you are crapping yourself. It became clear that his owner had lost interest in him so my 2 days a week turned into pretty much full time.
After nearly two happy years the time came for me to move back to London and leave him behind. I was devastated. I cried for days. Three months later my OH was still in Norwich while I was house-hunting in London. His parents came up and he stopped by to see the horse. He found him in a bare paddock, a rack of ribs and very distressed. The owner of the land came over and shouted at my OH saying that noone had seen the horse for months and that the authorities had been called in.
OH called me and I called his owner. Her husband had left and the poor horse had been left as she couldn't cope. We went straight up there the next weekend to discuss handing him over to me. In the car on the way there my OH said 'you know we can never have a holiday and he's difficult and you'll be stuck with him'. So I said what do you think we should do? He repllied 'we can't leave him'. So that was that. We bought him for a pound and two years ago today we brought him down to London.
He was very thin and took months to settle. We got a dentist out and two different vets who all think that he is in his late twenties at the very youngest (dentist and farrier think he is even older). After some investigation, it turns out he has passed hands 8 times in the last ten years. He has cost me the earth in vet's bills/feed etc, but I have never regretted getting him. He has aged alot now he is happy - it's like he knows that he is safe and will stay with us until the end. He can still dump me on the floor and will never walk past the bin at the end of the lane without becoming hysterical but I really do adore him.
I love you Monty boy!!!!!!
Four years ago I was finishing my degree in Norwich. I wanted to ride so put an advert out for a horse to share. I had loads of calls and went to see 3. The last one I saw was a beautiful 17hh 16yo dark bay gelding. As soon as I saw him I told my OH I wanted him. I got on and the bloody thing refused to move. After alot of effort on my part, he put in two massive bucks and buggered off round the field. It was love at first sight!!
He was the nappiest awkward bugger you can imagine but I perserved and he ended up teaching me alot - how to stay on, how to fall off, and how to stick with it when you are crapping yourself. It became clear that his owner had lost interest in him so my 2 days a week turned into pretty much full time.
After nearly two happy years the time came for me to move back to London and leave him behind. I was devastated. I cried for days. Three months later my OH was still in Norwich while I was house-hunting in London. His parents came up and he stopped by to see the horse. He found him in a bare paddock, a rack of ribs and very distressed. The owner of the land came over and shouted at my OH saying that noone had seen the horse for months and that the authorities had been called in.
OH called me and I called his owner. Her husband had left and the poor horse had been left as she couldn't cope. We went straight up there the next weekend to discuss handing him over to me. In the car on the way there my OH said 'you know we can never have a holiday and he's difficult and you'll be stuck with him'. So I said what do you think we should do? He repllied 'we can't leave him'. So that was that. We bought him for a pound and two years ago today we brought him down to London.
He was very thin and took months to settle. We got a dentist out and two different vets who all think that he is in his late twenties at the very youngest (dentist and farrier think he is even older). After some investigation, it turns out he has passed hands 8 times in the last ten years. He has cost me the earth in vet's bills/feed etc, but I have never regretted getting him. He has aged alot now he is happy - it's like he knows that he is safe and will stay with us until the end. He can still dump me on the floor and will never walk past the bin at the end of the lane without becoming hysterical but I really do adore him.
I love you Monty boy!!!!!!
