blondestbrunette
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It was 2004 and I was desperately searching for my dream first horse. I'd been riding since I was 2 and had some fanastic (in the way that they ditched you at every oppurtunity and made you rather aware of your fingers) ponies! I thank them for making me the rider I am today. Anyway, my search didn't take long, when I found my boy, who was vetted and failed dramatically. He was 4/5 lame on 3 out of 4 legs! My mum being the horse women she was thought about it and used her experience and knowledge to buy him as this was caused from a poor diet, wrong excercise and being cooped up in a stable.
So I got him home and at 16'1 he was a tank for little me who had juts come off of my 13'2! Everyone questioned my mum on what on earth she had bought?? He was the most sensible and quiet boy in the yard, out hacking and to be schooled but having been a dressage horse, get him in front of a showjump and he was well up for it! For 3 fantastic years we had result after result and discovered his forte really was cross country, he was amazing out on a course and I qualified for the BHS cross country champs in 2006. It was by far the biggest course I rode down at Eland Lodge, but what a course it was and satying at the nearby racecourse was a memory I'll never forget. We had many thrills and spills much to my riding friends delights!
At the end of 2007, I got him in from the field in the middle of summer to find he had lacerated his pastern at the back. Always the Tart in the field, he was flirting with the girls and had obviously got caught up on the straight wire fence. After calling the vet we released the situation wasn't good. So n box rest he went, with many weeks of no not yet, when the vet (who was a scheming money grabbing horror) decided to tap his joints. The whole time he was an angel and loved having his 3 feeds a day and kisses from all the girls! The tap for the pastern came back he had a serious infection and if he wasn;t at the vets that night for surgery the next day we'd loose him. So off he went and it broke my heart. I went up everyday for the week he was in, hand grazing him, buying him treats, camping outside his stable, all the staff laughed! When he was home mum would often find me asleep in the middle of our huge field with him on the end of a lunge line!
I took the decision after loaning him to my beginnner friend that he was too good to be bounced around so I should Loan him as I had my new girly to concentrate on! I found a perfect family for him and I contacted them, vetted the yard then alowed her to come and see him. The mother walked him round the school once and said she'd love him. Their yard was ony 30 minutes down the road and her daughter was nin a local pony club! Ideal! She was going to use him as a happy hacker and for her daughter to take to rallys every now and then! So off he went on the 22nd march 2008. I kept in contact regularly and each time he was naughty I'd get a phone call to go and have a word with him! I was stil clipping him for her too! She was overjoyed with him and loved him just as much as I did. My parents were going through a divorce and things were messy, in this his passport was lost. The woman had been trying to get a photo copy of it so she could take him to local woods!
One morning the 23rd march this year, she called me and I assumed it would be for that. She had been to my yard and asked for my address from one of the girls. Whenn she got here she told me, there had been a fire and he had died! I was distraught, he was my pride and joy. Things went in a blur but she promised to have him cremated, which if I'm honest I though thats strange I didn't think he would be able to, being as it was from a fire. Weeks passed, mum and her agreed it wouldn;t be a good idea if i went down when he was removed and I still havent been to the yard yet. A month or so later, mum saw her at a show, she said that she had a new horse, which she had always told me she wouldnt do, financially she couldnt afford it. Then things started to twig. She had him insured and had promised me the money.
I wasn;t interested in the money, i just wanted his ashes she said she had, his one remaining rug and his shoes. She started to refuse, i wasnt alllowed any of it and if i wanted his ahes I'd have to pay £600 yet he was my horse? insurance wise, she paid it, but as he was my horse shouldnt I get the payout? Also with the passport, I have no other proof of identity except that he was registered with my vet, hwo would this work with taking her to court?
I need facts to start these things rolling, its not fair that she has a new horse and my boys gone. I've since givien up riding, my sister now competes my girly, it was too painfull and every phone call I got I feared the worst. I still have horrible nightmares and dread what he went through and didnt deserve! It was all down to faulty electrics, these things are supposed to be checked! I wasn;t the only one to loose a horse in that fire, many other girls did too. One has since said there were no ashes, there was nothing left of our beautful horses! I need some advise on the legal situation and is there anything I can do about his passport??
So I got him home and at 16'1 he was a tank for little me who had juts come off of my 13'2! Everyone questioned my mum on what on earth she had bought?? He was the most sensible and quiet boy in the yard, out hacking and to be schooled but having been a dressage horse, get him in front of a showjump and he was well up for it! For 3 fantastic years we had result after result and discovered his forte really was cross country, he was amazing out on a course and I qualified for the BHS cross country champs in 2006. It was by far the biggest course I rode down at Eland Lodge, but what a course it was and satying at the nearby racecourse was a memory I'll never forget. We had many thrills and spills much to my riding friends delights!
At the end of 2007, I got him in from the field in the middle of summer to find he had lacerated his pastern at the back. Always the Tart in the field, he was flirting with the girls and had obviously got caught up on the straight wire fence. After calling the vet we released the situation wasn't good. So n box rest he went, with many weeks of no not yet, when the vet (who was a scheming money grabbing horror) decided to tap his joints. The whole time he was an angel and loved having his 3 feeds a day and kisses from all the girls! The tap for the pastern came back he had a serious infection and if he wasn;t at the vets that night for surgery the next day we'd loose him. So off he went and it broke my heart. I went up everyday for the week he was in, hand grazing him, buying him treats, camping outside his stable, all the staff laughed! When he was home mum would often find me asleep in the middle of our huge field with him on the end of a lunge line!
I took the decision after loaning him to my beginnner friend that he was too good to be bounced around so I should Loan him as I had my new girly to concentrate on! I found a perfect family for him and I contacted them, vetted the yard then alowed her to come and see him. The mother walked him round the school once and said she'd love him. Their yard was ony 30 minutes down the road and her daughter was nin a local pony club! Ideal! She was going to use him as a happy hacker and for her daughter to take to rallys every now and then! So off he went on the 22nd march 2008. I kept in contact regularly and each time he was naughty I'd get a phone call to go and have a word with him! I was stil clipping him for her too! She was overjoyed with him and loved him just as much as I did. My parents were going through a divorce and things were messy, in this his passport was lost. The woman had been trying to get a photo copy of it so she could take him to local woods!
One morning the 23rd march this year, she called me and I assumed it would be for that. She had been to my yard and asked for my address from one of the girls. Whenn she got here she told me, there had been a fire and he had died! I was distraught, he was my pride and joy. Things went in a blur but she promised to have him cremated, which if I'm honest I though thats strange I didn't think he would be able to, being as it was from a fire. Weeks passed, mum and her agreed it wouldn;t be a good idea if i went down when he was removed and I still havent been to the yard yet. A month or so later, mum saw her at a show, she said that she had a new horse, which she had always told me she wouldnt do, financially she couldnt afford it. Then things started to twig. She had him insured and had promised me the money.
I wasn;t interested in the money, i just wanted his ashes she said she had, his one remaining rug and his shoes. She started to refuse, i wasnt alllowed any of it and if i wanted his ahes I'd have to pay £600 yet he was my horse? insurance wise, she paid it, but as he was my horse shouldnt I get the payout? Also with the passport, I have no other proof of identity except that he was registered with my vet, hwo would this work with taking her to court?
I need facts to start these things rolling, its not fair that she has a new horse and my boys gone. I've since givien up riding, my sister now competes my girly, it was too painfull and every phone call I got I feared the worst. I still have horrible nightmares and dread what he went through and didnt deserve! It was all down to faulty electrics, these things are supposed to be checked! I wasn;t the only one to loose a horse in that fire, many other girls did too. One has since said there were no ashes, there was nothing left of our beautful horses! I need some advise on the legal situation and is there anything I can do about his passport??
