IrishMilo
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I didn't do a thread at the time because I felt too het up with sadness and disappointment. But it's been virtually exactly a year to the day and I want to share a few pics of what was a really lovely horse, because I still grieve for him every day and feel so immensely sad at his story.
I bought him a few years after my Connie was PTS. I was browsing FB and saw an ad for a 7 year old ex racer for sale just recovering from a broken pelvis from the track. There was only one pic but I got one of those 'This is meant to be' feelings and drove 2.5 hours to Kent the next evening to see and buy him for the same price as what my riding boots cost.
I had him delivered a few days later where off came the lorry was a bucking, rearing 16.2 ball of energy who I thought was going to be the death of me! Thankfully after a few weeks of turnout he settled massively and became a proper little lamb (bar the odd 'I'm still a racehorse don't you know!' moment)
My first experience of sitting on him was in a dark yard on my own, bareback in just a head collar and we pootled off down the lane like we'd done it a hundred times before. He was unbelievably kind and out of all the horses I've had, he left the biggest impact on me. I had a month or so of riding him before we realised he was horribly and irrevocably broken - everywhere - and I knew what should be done for his sake.
So, enough of my rambles, but I hope you're living a good one up there, my Tuckeroo.
First few weeks:
After a bit of grub, muddy sunny days, and turnout freedom!
About 5 minutes before I went on the fastest gallop of my life. My friend asked if I wanted a short canter before heading back. The little ba**ard went from 0 - 100 and took me all the way back to the stables hurdling over puddles as we went. I thought I was going to see Jesus that day!
And my favourite one.
I bought him a few years after my Connie was PTS. I was browsing FB and saw an ad for a 7 year old ex racer for sale just recovering from a broken pelvis from the track. There was only one pic but I got one of those 'This is meant to be' feelings and drove 2.5 hours to Kent the next evening to see and buy him for the same price as what my riding boots cost.
I had him delivered a few days later where off came the lorry was a bucking, rearing 16.2 ball of energy who I thought was going to be the death of me! Thankfully after a few weeks of turnout he settled massively and became a proper little lamb (bar the odd 'I'm still a racehorse don't you know!' moment)
My first experience of sitting on him was in a dark yard on my own, bareback in just a head collar and we pootled off down the lane like we'd done it a hundred times before. He was unbelievably kind and out of all the horses I've had, he left the biggest impact on me. I had a month or so of riding him before we realised he was horribly and irrevocably broken - everywhere - and I knew what should be done for his sake.
So, enough of my rambles, but I hope you're living a good one up there, my Tuckeroo.
First few weeks:
After a bit of grub, muddy sunny days, and turnout freedom!
About 5 minutes before I went on the fastest gallop of my life. My friend asked if I wanted a short canter before heading back. The little ba**ard went from 0 - 100 and took me all the way back to the stables hurdling over puddles as we went. I thought I was going to see Jesus that day!
And my favourite one.
rest in peace. What a wonderful end you gave him x
You likely made him feel better than he had in while. Those photos are gorgeous memories to enjoy, especially the last picture, simply stunning. May he RIP 
