vam
Well-Known Member
I used to post in here a lot but I am gutted to say that I had my beautiful boy pts last Friday. I'm not sure if anyone remembers him or me but he got kicked and fractured his knee back in August 13, at the beginning of 14 he suffered a setback which was damage to the lateral collateral ligament. At best we could hope was a happy hacker.
Anyway after nearly 18 months of trying it seems I just couldn't fix him. I bent over backwards for his quirks, my YO went above and beyond to help, my friends up that yard put up with his twit like behavior and supported me when the stress became too much.
He was an amazingly talented horse but there were lots of niggles both physically and management wise that meant that combined with the damage to his knee both me and my vet (plus pretty much everyone who knew him) felt that it was the best thing to say good bye. He really was a lovely boy and after my vet had a look in the knee after and saw what was going on I was pretty surprised he wasn't lamer or a right grump.
Everyone thought the world of him, he was a giant pain in the butt but he was my pain in the butt and you just couldn't help but smile round him. He had the most lovely out look on life, just wanting to please and be your friend.
I never wanted to see him struggling to walk or play or to go down and not get up. He lived for his work and just got more and more miserable. I know people will say that horses really dont mind not being ridden but I think I might have had one of the few who really did. He would never let you know how bad it was until it was really, really bad, he was honest soul like that.
That above most else made me realise I wasn't going to ever let it get that bad so I said my goodbyes last week. It broke my heart but I dont regret it. Ill miss him but never be sorry for my choice nor all the blood, sweat and tears over the last 5 years. Im thankful for everything he taught me both on the ground and in the saddle, intentionally or unintentionally.
Thanks for the ride dude.
When I first got him
Early jumping him
Fulfilled my ambition to ride on the beach
More jumpies
Firmly subscribing to all the gear, no idea
Managing to pick up a rosette
Being a dude
Much needed lessons
Proper show and everything
Finally finding 6th gear
Looking ridiculously shinny
Snow fun
Winning
Apparently liking water
Thinking he is a race horse
Just looking good
Being scopey
Being Q
Failing at trot poles, again
Being handsome
Channelling his inner racehorse
Making me look good
Being a dude again
Channelling our matchy, matchy
Think this just sums him up
I'm horse hunting now but taking my time, I will be hard pushed to find another like him but I hope I can find one with the same sunny out look and lovely nature, some of his talent wouldn't go a miss either, I don't think I came close to tapping half of it. He has left big shoes to fill.
Thanks for reading
Anyway after nearly 18 months of trying it seems I just couldn't fix him. I bent over backwards for his quirks, my YO went above and beyond to help, my friends up that yard put up with his twit like behavior and supported me when the stress became too much.
He was an amazingly talented horse but there were lots of niggles both physically and management wise that meant that combined with the damage to his knee both me and my vet (plus pretty much everyone who knew him) felt that it was the best thing to say good bye. He really was a lovely boy and after my vet had a look in the knee after and saw what was going on I was pretty surprised he wasn't lamer or a right grump.
Everyone thought the world of him, he was a giant pain in the butt but he was my pain in the butt and you just couldn't help but smile round him. He had the most lovely out look on life, just wanting to please and be your friend.
I never wanted to see him struggling to walk or play or to go down and not get up. He lived for his work and just got more and more miserable. I know people will say that horses really dont mind not being ridden but I think I might have had one of the few who really did. He would never let you know how bad it was until it was really, really bad, he was honest soul like that.
That above most else made me realise I wasn't going to ever let it get that bad so I said my goodbyes last week. It broke my heart but I dont regret it. Ill miss him but never be sorry for my choice nor all the blood, sweat and tears over the last 5 years. Im thankful for everything he taught me both on the ground and in the saddle, intentionally or unintentionally.
Thanks for the ride dude.
When I first got him
Early jumping him
Fulfilled my ambition to ride on the beach
More jumpies
Firmly subscribing to all the gear, no idea
Managing to pick up a rosette
Being a dude
Much needed lessons
Proper show and everything
Finally finding 6th gear
Looking ridiculously shinny
Snow fun
Winning
Apparently liking water
Thinking he is a race horse
Just looking good
Being scopey
Being Q
Failing at trot poles, again
Being handsome
Channelling his inner racehorse
Making me look good
Being a dude again
Channelling our matchy, matchy
Think this just sums him up
I'm horse hunting now but taking my time, I will be hard pushed to find another like him but I hope I can find one with the same sunny out look and lovely nature, some of his talent wouldn't go a miss either, I don't think I came close to tapping half of it. He has left big shoes to fill.
Thanks for reading
