kchgax
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Hey everyone. Long-time lurker but I don't often post, so thought I'd break that habit! I've not got many horsey-friends left (most have given up to have children, their life has just gone in a different direction etc.) so find it difficult to talk to people - or find friends for that matter - who can relate.
I don't want this to be a pity party, but I've had a real tough 8 months - and I'm struggling to maintain any sense of calm and not feel overwhelmed by anxiety, constantly panicking as to what's going to go wrong next. Here's a summary:
It almost feels like I'm living in some form of parallel universe at this point. Thankfully I have unwavering support from my partner who I couldn't have coped without, but it's really taken it's toll on us - especially combined with what was the longest and wettest winter in history. We take meticulous care of the horses and our dog - we're animal people through-and-through, they receive the absolute best of everything. We maintain the yard immaculately to reduce the risk of injury as much as we can (without wrapping them in bubble wrap!). Over the past 6 months my bill each month has been around £2,000+. Don't get me wrong, I'd pay anything to have the two back that we've lost, but it's a lot to deal with when combined with the emotional trauma. It feels like I'm throwing my everything at something that's just trying to chew me up and spit me back out.
I'm trying to carry on, as I know how privileged I am to be able to have them in the first place. But last night we took my oldest gelding out, he was so well behaved but on the return home a car I recognised from an incident a few years ago (our driveway is on a reduced speed limit section of a national, he came around the corner so fast as we were pulling out of he driveway that he almost hit us) was tailgating us and trying to overtake, but there wasn't enough room. By the time we pulled into our driveway he hung on his horn for what felt like an eternity. My gelding wasn't bothered but it really upset me as I'm now panicking that this person knows where the horses are kept. What if he comes back to harm them? I realise I'm probably being neurotic suggesting it, but this is really where my anxiety and paranoia has brought me to.
I think I just need some solidarity. To realise we all go through tough times with our animals, and I'm not on my own. I'm driving to the yard with palpitations each day at this point as to what scenario I'm going to be faced with. I've had horses for 23 years and I've never known anything even remotely like this. I've had a lot of ups and downs, but this is just constant. Giving them up isn't an option, but I'm at a bit of a loose end at the moment trying to process everything whilst maintaining any form of sanity!
I don't want this to be a pity party, but I've had a real tough 8 months - and I'm struggling to maintain any sense of calm and not feel overwhelmed by anxiety, constantly panicking as to what's going to go wrong next. Here's a summary:
- 13th October: Advised to PTS or, at best, field retire one of my horses by a referral lameness vet.
- 14th October: 12 hours after the above, our dog has an accident on a walk (chasing a squirrel...!) and completely ruptures her cruciate ligament.
- 21st October: Dog has TPLO surgery and requires 12 weeks of intensive care.
- 15th January: One of my other horses damages his eye somehow in the field and develops a corneal ulcer. Three visits to the yard a day and a lot of wrestling getting drops in a 16.3HH ID's eye!
- 12th February: Another one of my horses damages his eye, in a completely different field with different herd mates, thankfully no ulcer this time, but an emergency vet visit nonetheless.
- 4th March: Horse from the 13th of October is PTS after a chronic abscess (which we believe may've been a broken side bone) fails to heal after almost two months of treatment, as the hoof capsule was detaching. On top of his other issues he'd had enough, so I had to make the call. One of the hardest things I've ever done as his spirit was there, but his body had given up.
- 23rd June: My youngest horse (3YO) is PTS due to colic despite the best efforts of us and the attending vet. We couldn't get him up despite trying for almost 2 hours the last time he went down (almost crushing my partner) so surgery wasn't an option, even though we'd have referred him.
It almost feels like I'm living in some form of parallel universe at this point. Thankfully I have unwavering support from my partner who I couldn't have coped without, but it's really taken it's toll on us - especially combined with what was the longest and wettest winter in history. We take meticulous care of the horses and our dog - we're animal people through-and-through, they receive the absolute best of everything. We maintain the yard immaculately to reduce the risk of injury as much as we can (without wrapping them in bubble wrap!). Over the past 6 months my bill each month has been around £2,000+. Don't get me wrong, I'd pay anything to have the two back that we've lost, but it's a lot to deal with when combined with the emotional trauma. It feels like I'm throwing my everything at something that's just trying to chew me up and spit me back out.
I'm trying to carry on, as I know how privileged I am to be able to have them in the first place. But last night we took my oldest gelding out, he was so well behaved but on the return home a car I recognised from an incident a few years ago (our driveway is on a reduced speed limit section of a national, he came around the corner so fast as we were pulling out of he driveway that he almost hit us) was tailgating us and trying to overtake, but there wasn't enough room. By the time we pulled into our driveway he hung on his horn for what felt like an eternity. My gelding wasn't bothered but it really upset me as I'm now panicking that this person knows where the horses are kept. What if he comes back to harm them? I realise I'm probably being neurotic suggesting it, but this is really where my anxiety and paranoia has brought me to.
I think I just need some solidarity. To realise we all go through tough times with our animals, and I'm not on my own. I'm driving to the yard with palpitations each day at this point as to what scenario I'm going to be faced with. I've had horses for 23 years and I've never known anything even remotely like this. I've had a lot of ups and downs, but this is just constant. Giving them up isn't an option, but I'm at a bit of a loose end at the moment trying to process everything whilst maintaining any form of sanity!