babymare
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I have often read with much interest other peoples stories about thier loved horses that I felt I wanted to share Baby’ story with you – apologies if long post .
4 years ago I happened to come a cross the most beautiful sec D mare stood in perpetual darkness no view of outside world and bars at the door. She was stood at that back just weaving to an extreme I have never seen before. She was known as the bitch dangerous and unrideable( she would rear spin and bolt if she saw anything scary and on regular basis) but there was something about this little frightened pathetic little horse that said” I am nice please give me a chance” I found a bit about her – the poor love was being battered beatened and abused and she had basically lost confidence in people, the world around her and even herself. She was for sale and if didn’t sell the meat man. Against the advise of friends and no vetting ( oh I hear you say tut tut) I bought her. For the first 9 months she didn’t see tack. I would groom her, sing to her,talk to her and walk her around the yard showing all manner of scary things. In the beginning if she didn’t want to approach I would let her turn away but then lead her up again always encouraging always talking softly or singing – slowly she began to trust me and also her self. Join up followed( what awesome experience that was ) and then many firsts – the first time I sat on her back(and yes there were tears) the first time we popped a little jump, the first time we hacked out, the first time we galloped (floods of tears then)– all on this dangerous unrideable mare. The stable was no longer a prison and often I would find her sleeping flat out. One time I went in sat beside her and she rested her head against me and snored. Sometimes when schooling she would get things wrong -was she being naughty no no no Baymare just desperately wants to please and trys to anticipate what you may ask.
18 months ago I noticed subtle changes in her – she would over bend when being schooled and then she threw her head back when putting reins over head. The vet was called and I was told “Babymare is going blind(she was 10 then) but to carry on as we were but be aware. January this year(2 weeks after taking delivery of £1000 made to measure saddle with a brass name plate on back) again there were changes and basically her sight a deteriorated to point now we cant hack out and ride in school on bright days only. We already have a routine of how we go to field, her feed water and hay are always in same plac. The prognosis is 2-3 years her sight will have gone. How she will cope we don’t know but whilst she as a quality in life she will live her days out with her boyfriends( she as 3 well I did say she was beautiful) and when the day finally comes I will stand by her side strong no tears till the deed as been done my final act of kindness. Babymare owes me nothing but has given me so much – her love and trust, my self esteem and confidence back, The right to look in the mirro and like the person looking back, she as been my rock in some dark dark time, But most of all she as been an inspiration that you can trust again. After 41 years with horses I have found my horse in a million that one special horse that will stay in my heart and head till I take my last breath.
People have said I have done a miracle – No I say I haven’t. I have given her quiet peaceful but firm love, I have shown her respect. I have looked at the world through her eyes and tried to think with her brain I have never raised a hand or my voice – I have just allowed her to learn to trust me
My beautiful beautiful Babymare – my friend my soul mate – thank you for all you have given me – you are so so special.
4 years ago I happened to come a cross the most beautiful sec D mare stood in perpetual darkness no view of outside world and bars at the door. She was stood at that back just weaving to an extreme I have never seen before. She was known as the bitch dangerous and unrideable( she would rear spin and bolt if she saw anything scary and on regular basis) but there was something about this little frightened pathetic little horse that said” I am nice please give me a chance” I found a bit about her – the poor love was being battered beatened and abused and she had basically lost confidence in people, the world around her and even herself. She was for sale and if didn’t sell the meat man. Against the advise of friends and no vetting ( oh I hear you say tut tut) I bought her. For the first 9 months she didn’t see tack. I would groom her, sing to her,talk to her and walk her around the yard showing all manner of scary things. In the beginning if she didn’t want to approach I would let her turn away but then lead her up again always encouraging always talking softly or singing – slowly she began to trust me and also her self. Join up followed( what awesome experience that was ) and then many firsts – the first time I sat on her back(and yes there were tears) the first time we popped a little jump, the first time we hacked out, the first time we galloped (floods of tears then)– all on this dangerous unrideable mare. The stable was no longer a prison and often I would find her sleeping flat out. One time I went in sat beside her and she rested her head against me and snored. Sometimes when schooling she would get things wrong -was she being naughty no no no Baymare just desperately wants to please and trys to anticipate what you may ask.
18 months ago I noticed subtle changes in her – she would over bend when being schooled and then she threw her head back when putting reins over head. The vet was called and I was told “Babymare is going blind(she was 10 then) but to carry on as we were but be aware. January this year(2 weeks after taking delivery of £1000 made to measure saddle with a brass name plate on back) again there were changes and basically her sight a deteriorated to point now we cant hack out and ride in school on bright days only. We already have a routine of how we go to field, her feed water and hay are always in same plac. The prognosis is 2-3 years her sight will have gone. How she will cope we don’t know but whilst she as a quality in life she will live her days out with her boyfriends( she as 3 well I did say she was beautiful) and when the day finally comes I will stand by her side strong no tears till the deed as been done my final act of kindness. Babymare owes me nothing but has given me so much – her love and trust, my self esteem and confidence back, The right to look in the mirro and like the person looking back, she as been my rock in some dark dark time, But most of all she as been an inspiration that you can trust again. After 41 years with horses I have found my horse in a million that one special horse that will stay in my heart and head till I take my last breath.
People have said I have done a miracle – No I say I haven’t. I have given her quiet peaceful but firm love, I have shown her respect. I have looked at the world through her eyes and tried to think with her brain I have never raised a hand or my voice – I have just allowed her to learn to trust me
My beautiful beautiful Babymare – my friend my soul mate – thank you for all you have given me – you are so so special.
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