Holly Hocks
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Only a couple of days ago, I posted on here asking opinions on whether my 21 year old TB gelding would cope with 24/7 turnout as his arthritis was becoming crippling. I had an appointment already made for the vet to come out on Wednesday to assess him.
Tonight, I got to the yard to bring him in after he had been out since 7am and he still couldn't walk. It almost looked like he couldn't feel the ground and his back legs were even wobbling. When I tried to turn him he nearly fell over. I couldn't watch him suffer any more, so I called the vet who has dealt with him for the past ten years that I have owned him. She said that it was his time to go. So the decision was made there and then and now he is gone. I can't stop crying and it feels like I'm under a boulder that I can't move.
He was a stunning bright bay TB who had a hard time racing. When I got him he had already done both front superficial flexor tendons so had bowed tendons on both legs. A few years ago he fractured his radius, which then got infected, but he pulled through.
He was a grumpy man who took several chunks out of me, but he was a star to ride. He was bombproof in traffic, but shied at crisp bags. He turned me from a hard rider to a more considerate, sensitive rider. He taught me patience He babysat all the new horses in the field and the youngsters. He was my once in a lifetime horse and I'll never find another one like him. When they made him, they broke the mould.
I'll meet you at Rainbow Bridge my darling - please wait for me. Run free with no pain. I'll never ever forget you. RIP Rebel King.
Tonight, I got to the yard to bring him in after he had been out since 7am and he still couldn't walk. It almost looked like he couldn't feel the ground and his back legs were even wobbling. When I tried to turn him he nearly fell over. I couldn't watch him suffer any more, so I called the vet who has dealt with him for the past ten years that I have owned him. She said that it was his time to go. So the decision was made there and then and now he is gone. I can't stop crying and it feels like I'm under a boulder that I can't move.
He was a stunning bright bay TB who had a hard time racing. When I got him he had already done both front superficial flexor tendons so had bowed tendons on both legs. A few years ago he fractured his radius, which then got infected, but he pulled through.
He was a grumpy man who took several chunks out of me, but he was a star to ride. He was bombproof in traffic, but shied at crisp bags. He turned me from a hard rider to a more considerate, sensitive rider. He taught me patience He babysat all the new horses in the field and the youngsters. He was my once in a lifetime horse and I'll never find another one like him. When they made him, they broke the mould.
I'll meet you at Rainbow Bridge my darling - please wait for me. Run free with no pain. I'll never ever forget you. RIP Rebel King.