M_G
Well-Known Member
Paddy Monty posted a very touching story yesterday about his experieince with his much loved loan mare and the very hard decision he had to make for her.
I would like to tell my story which I also keep to myself (due to my total shame that I allowed it to happen as sadly I did not have the moral fibre to do as many of you have done and the OP of this thread has done).
I bought Challenger basically because I felt sorry for him, he was a wormy, skinny TB who was up for sale as his current owner could no longer afford him, I realise now I was a mug of the highest order.
Sadly it was the age old story of a horse being kept in bad condition to keep it well behaved, as Chal put on weight, muscle and condition the real story of his behavoral issues came out, his behavior of choice under saddle was to vertically rear and if that did not work spin and bolt. His behaviour on the ground was highly unpredictable and it got to the stage where the yard staff with the exception of the YO who had 20 years experience of training Trotters would refuse to go near him.
On the day the YO opened his stable to muck out and he turned and tried to double barrell him he finally said no more. He could not be kept with other horses as he was fiercely territorial and needed individual turnout, if you could get him out as it normally involved vertical rears and trying to bolt away from you in hand.
We had every check known to man, vet, teeth, back, physio, saddler, more professionals than I can name from my YO to a professional Dressage rider, to the local western trainer, all tried and all pronunced him totally unpredictable could be 100% fine then flip totally.
I meanwhile had some form of blind faith (or blind arrogance) and insisted on pushing on until the day he flat out panic bolted with me and I woke up with a nice man from the ambulance service kneeling next to me, a broken shoulder, fractured hip, broken knee, smashed ankle and a head injury that left me blind in one eye for a month.
At this point my Husband said "enough now". I had long discussions with my YO, vet and some of the people who had been involved with him and we all came to the decision to PTS was his best option. I then told people what we were intending and one kindly soul found someone who would take him on to "give him one last chance" the lady in question was an experienced horsewoman who was convinced that she could turn him around.
It is to my total shame that I allowed him to go to her, I can not explain why maybe I did not want the guilt of having this very beautiful and occasionally loving horse PTS, maybe my confidence had been knocked to the extent that I thought I was useless and my judgement and that of many others was floored, maybe I secretly hoped there would be a fairytale ending for him...god alone knows. But she bought him for a nominal price and off he went for his glorious last chance. Me I was free of the worry and started to work on healing my broken bones and gathering together my shattered confidence.
As for Challenger? Three weeks later he reared vertically in the school and fell over backwards along with the new owners Head Girl shattering her Pelvis and breaking both her legs, she will never get the chance to fulfill her ambitions of a competitive career. Chal was sold for his meat value and ended his days in an abbatoir in Belguim.
Do I feel guilty - 100% yes
Would I ever take the same course of action if I was ever faced with it again - No Way
Does the thought of what Chal went through in his final hours still haunt me 7 years later - yes every day!
Do I now wish I had had the balls to carry through my initial plan and end his days with a shot of sedalin, a bucket of feed and a painless injection....what do you think?
How very brave of you to post your story.
I too was had in a very similar way, beautiful horse that looked like a toast rack who was well behaved until he was fed & muscled up thankfully my father in law took the horse on & under vets advice had it shot before anyone was seriously injured..