I’ll bite.
February 2021, I worked a trade with a friend of mine and acquired a large, beautiful 4 year old hunter prospect. My friend that I got him from had bred him, sold him, then bought him back to get him out of a neglect situation. He was malnourished during his most critical growing years. When she received him as a 3 year old, he looked like an emaciated yearling. He grew 3 inches in the span of about 6 weeks once on appropriate feed.
He was hitchy behind but seemed to work out of it. I thought maybe needed chiro or SI injection. I knew he was going to be a project and may not stay sound to jump, but all he cost me was trading my half of a 2 year old.
Kept him at home for a couple months, then sent to my trainer. She said he was a train wreck to ride. Did some body work but it didn’t improve much. Chalked it up to him being gangly and lacking fitness. After a few months, trainer decides we need to explore his NQR-ness under saddle. First vet found a chip in one fetlock, and a spur in another. Injected both, and carried on.
Injections did little. Said vet then jumped straight to “he has EPM”, and prescribed treatment. It did seem to help some, but then the positive changes wore off. Horse still tight on his right side and gimpy to start off work.
Call a different vet for a complete work up; not just a “stop when we find a single issue” type work up that the first vet did. Found that he has mild kissing spines and his hocks are TRASHED. Vet questioned my desire to keep trying on this horse, but it’s not like I paid a large chunk of money for him. I just figured the cost of getting him fixed is essentially the purchase price of this horse.
Vet said his lower hock joints were bone on bone and needed to fuse. We had 3 options; let them fuse naturally, inject with steroids to expedite remaining cartilage degradation and let them fuse naturally, or do it surgically. I opted for 2, since it would provide some relief and we could continue working him to help the remaining cartilage further break down.
This was late summer 2021. He looked beautiful after injections. Then ten days later, he had some type of incident on turn out and tried to rip a front foot off. Had a 4 inch long gash along his cornet band, and obviously lame. That thing was a peach to try to keep clean. So horse goes in to lay up again. Even as the wound closed and started growing out, it was evident that he would need several months for it to grow out completely as his hoof wall was unstable.
My trainer guessed he needed a year. I was unenthused about this, so put him on a plethora of supplements that I knew would help (biotin, amino acids, etc). And did see an accelerated growth rate. To the point where around 5 months, we could put him on a longe line to assess his other issues. Dead. Ass. Lame. He was so crippled behind. I couldn’t take it any more and started consulting about surgery. February 2022, he had tarsal arthrodesis on both hocks.
After 6 weeks of recovery, he was able to return to work. Looked wonderful behind. One of the best decisions I’ve ever made. But other compensatory issues started cropping up. His knees and fetlocks have needed frequent injections to keep them going. We tried putting him over fences again starting last fall, but every time his work load increased, he just started to back slide. This spring it was finally decided that he simply isn’t going to jump. His knees are too bad.
So now I have brought him home and have a gorgeous flat equation horse to show locally. Even though I have no desire to have just a flat equitation horse, nor do I want to show locally. But I know no one else will maintain this giant beast the way that I do. And I refuse to let him fall in to a bad situation like was before. So we will play around with local shows and throw all the money I can at his knees to keep him comfortably going, until the day he can no longer, then he will be the most beautiful pasture ornament to walk this earth.
I think at this point, I have adequately dropped a purchase price-worth of vet bills, diagnostics, and treatments on his guy. I have no idea why I am such a glutton for punishment…