This is just a vent of emotion, I’m not looking for anything other than some place to put my emotions. I laid my OTTB mare to rest this past August. She had been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer last year. Trust my lovely drama queen to have the most rare form of cancer a horse can have. She wanted to go out in style I guess. Shortly after I was able to bring my daughter’s pony home. I’d been casually shopping for this pony for long while, but finally just bought the pony I had always wanted as a little girl. She everything I wanted for my daughter and more, and she’s eased the ache that my mare left behind.
My OTTB gelding, the quiet, lazy, cuddly, lovely beast has notoriously bad front feet, flat, thin soled, can’t physically tolerate shoes. I’ve struggled with his feet the entire time I’ve had him but his brain and personality make up for it. But lately, he’s been off on his front right (the worst of the two). I did everything in my own power to bring him sound. My farrier did everything she could.
As of right now he has a vet appointment, for a lameness exam and some new rads of his feet, next week and a visit from a farrier who specializes in theraputic shoeing so that we can try to figure out a plan to make my boy happy again, glue on shoes maybe. But the nagging worry and anxiety of what the vet might find is driving me crazy. I am praying it isn’t navicular.
Go hug your ponies, rub their velvet noses, and press your face in to their neck. Don’t ever take a day spent with them for granted. Thanks for the passive ear.
