M1lbie
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Such sad news, I am so very sorry
RIP Sox...my heart is broken
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poiuytrewq
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So sorry 
Go easy on yourself it’s such a tough time
Go easy on yourself it’s such a tough time
Chappie
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Very sorry for your loss x x
Cragrat
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What horrible bad luck - I'm so sorry
Tihamandturkey
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So sorry for your loss ? run free Sox ?
SatansLittleHelper
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So very sorry for you, life is do unbearably cruel st times. Massive hugs xxx
JJS
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There are no words. I’m so sorry for your loss, CB. My heart is aching for you ?
cblover
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Thank you everyone ? I literally ache from head to toe. I’ve never felt pain like it. I just don’t know what to do but I could run away from this pain I know that!
Amirah
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I read the following on here but can't remember who shared it, thank you whoever it was, I found it comforting. Hope it helps a bit xxx
I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not.
I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents...
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. But I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it.
Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too.
If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks
I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not.
I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents...
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. But I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it.
Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too.
If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks
mypegasus
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Sending lots of hugs cannot imagine what you’re going through right now xx
Give yourself time and space x
Give yourself time and space x
Dreamer2020
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I know there are no words cblover ... I'm so sorry to hear about Sox ... sending you big hugs xx
canteron
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My heart breaks for you - it is the worst pain imaginable, but you were a good owner and did your best, that's all we can ever do.
ILuvCowparsely
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Life can be so cruel, hard to bear, the grief really affects a human when in love with a horse. Most of us know what your going through and send healing vibes, and look after yourself. xx
cblover
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Thanks everyone for their kind words, I’m feeling better as time goes on. And a big thanks must go to the lady on this thread who kindly donated to the EGS research on behalf of Sox.
I would like another horse, my life is so empty without one, so I’m hoping the power of HHO can help.
If anyone knows of a weight carrying cob, don’t mind young, no world beater but sane and loving, either sex but always had mares, 15hh plus please consider me. It’ll want for nothing I can assure you.
Take care everyone ?
I would like another horse, my life is so empty without one, so I’m hoping the power of HHO can help.
If anyone knows of a weight carrying cob, don’t mind young, no world beater but sane and loving, either sex but always had mares, 15hh plus please consider me. It’ll want for nothing I can assure you.
Take care everyone ?
Michen
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So sorry to read this. Big hugs and will keep an eye out for a horse. Xx
Annagain
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Have a look at Emily Chambers - she has a very good reputation and a sweet looking 4 yr old cob gelding in at the moment.
ETA - here's the link https://www.facebook.com/ejc.equine
splashgirl45
Lurcher lover
glad you are feeling a bit better, what part of the country are you roughly so we know where to search
spotty_pony
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So sorry, thinking of you x
splashgirl45
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there are a few on horsequest in the cobs section, ad no 247210 looks like a nice boy, he is at duckhurst farm which i think has been flagged up as an ok dealer on here...i have no knowledge of them..
cblover
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I’m in Cumbria, so a bit out of the way really.
skint1
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I am so very sorry to hear of this news. RIP Sox, you had such a lovely partnership and that you will always have, please above all be kind to yourself x
splashgirl45
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doodle
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Have you seen MPF horse talent? A friend sold her horse through them and bought a cob. They are not the cheepest but have a good reputation round here (central Scotland) and she seems to be a very helpful person.
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Lexi 123
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Sorry for your loss
misst
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I have only just seen this. I hope you are ok. Deepest sympathy for your losses when life changes in a moment it is so hard xx