B_2_B
Well-Known Member
I posted the other day about Connie most likley having a tumour and possibly not having long left with us. She was PTS today 
I was away in Glasgow today and go the call to let me know but I couldn't go and see her
But since I moved away and only see them a few times a year, I am so glad I could see on Wednesday and give her nose one last kiss
We're a rescue centre, for those who don't know, and privileged to have had Connie with us for the last 4 years.
She was living in a field with hardly any grass and a ramshackle shelter beside a busy main road, on her own. According to people who lived in the village nearby, nobody had gone near her for two years. Her owner didn't want her but as a pure bred Hackney, would not give her away, but all the people who rang us to tell us about her raised the money.
I remember the day I got there and saw her the first time, she was so pretty but her first few months with us were really tough, she was so unsocialised and she would just stand by the fences and stare into space, totally ignoring the rest of the herd.
Gradually she learnt to be a horse, and became a popular member of the herd.
When the time came to ride her, I was the first one to. She was still known as "the crazy one" and it took a while for her to get used to hacking out and to not back into ditches and spook at everything!
But boy was her trot amazing! She hardly ever cantered, she could keep up with everything else in trot.
She was a little bit odd, very opinionated, sometimes kicked, and wouldn't be caught if she didn't want to be!
RIP beautiful girl, we'll all miss you
I hope we managed to give you a happy last few years.
I was away in Glasgow today and go the call to let me know but I couldn't go and see her
But since I moved away and only see them a few times a year, I am so glad I could see on Wednesday and give her nose one last kiss
We're a rescue centre, for those who don't know, and privileged to have had Connie with us for the last 4 years.
She was living in a field with hardly any grass and a ramshackle shelter beside a busy main road, on her own. According to people who lived in the village nearby, nobody had gone near her for two years. Her owner didn't want her but as a pure bred Hackney, would not give her away, but all the people who rang us to tell us about her raised the money.
I remember the day I got there and saw her the first time, she was so pretty but her first few months with us were really tough, she was so unsocialised and she would just stand by the fences and stare into space, totally ignoring the rest of the herd.
Gradually she learnt to be a horse, and became a popular member of the herd.
When the time came to ride her, I was the first one to. She was still known as "the crazy one" and it took a while for her to get used to hacking out and to not back into ditches and spook at everything!
But boy was her trot amazing! She hardly ever cantered, she could keep up with everything else in trot.
She was a little bit odd, very opinionated, sometimes kicked, and wouldn't be caught if she didn't want to be!
RIP beautiful girl, we'll all miss you
I hope we managed to give you a happy last few years.
