Mar 16, 2012

And So

I caught my breath. I wasn’t hurt, just scraped up and dirty. No one had seen what had happened. The barn was quiet. Horses nearby were grazing calmly. I could hear the ducks on the lake and a tractor in the distance. The giant eucalyptus surrounding the paddock whispered their tree noises. I stood there, watching Bryan.

The paddock was maybe a quarter mile from the barn. There were horses turned out on two sides. He could see them. He didnt care. He was on grass. He didn’t want it.  He had no interest in either. He was trotting the fence line, head raised, back and forth, back and forth. He wasn’t calling, or racing around. He had that same staring in to space look he always had. He would get to the end, turn, go back, turn. A metronome of stress. There was such a strange, helpless, inward repetition to it. It was sick and mindless. It was heartbreaking, and I hated it for him.

And so standing there watching him do his horsey version of head banging, I  knew I could never send him back.  Lisa had loved him and had done what she could for him, and trusted me enough to sell him to me, but his previous people, and the practices of the performance world, had done this to him. Either I could reach him, and help him, or I would put him down. No horse should have to live in such a closed off world. I would do what I could to alter the course that his humans had put him on, or I would set him free from it.






4 comments:

  1. Dont give up on him Abby. It took 2 years for me to rehab my sister's 28yr old border patrol horse. He had passed thru so many hands and had last been a barrel racer. The dead look stayed in his eyes for about one year. After another year of love, good food, and friends to play with in open meadows he was back to himself; a feisty, little liver chesnut with a flaxen mane and tail, a Morgan/Quarter cross with a ton of brio and a heart of gold. He was an angel in horse clothing.

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    1. Im so glad you had him Elaine and restored him to comfort. We didnt give up on Bryan. I hope you enjoy reading his story and how his rehabilitation progressed as much as I am enjoying telling it!

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  2. the near death experiences are keeping these stories especially entertaining! I'm glad you haven't gotten hurt yet

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    1. 46 years of horses and no serious injuries >;-> You know me and how conservative and strict I am and how I make everybody be. I want the odds in my favor >;->

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