I so, so, so meant to post the good news as soon as it happened. And by the “good news,” I mean Buster is here, Buster is here. Thank you everyone for your good wishes. I could not BE any happier!!
Just to bring everyone up to speed, after I posted this thread in March and got everyone’s views, I decided to give Buster to Cornell. I just couldn’t stand the thought of sending Buster to meet a fate that I could not control. Better he have an ending I could control. So I called Cornell and told them to expect Buster in May or in September.
Then I spoke with Jumphigh83, my trainer, who was in Ocala, and she said “whatever you want to do, elizabeth, I will back you up. but give me some time with him - I can make him sound when I get back from Florida.”
I agreed, and jumphigh83 got back from Florida in the middle of March, and she took control of the situation. She put Buster on a regimen of Bute (four, then three, then two, then one per day, then alternating days), she watched his turn-out, and she made sure he was ridden - either just walking or w-t or later w-t-c. ( Mind you, she did not charge me a dime more than normal for all this! ) She told me little bits and pieces of the plan as it progressed, but she kept me just enough in the dark so that I didn’t obsess or worry. Whenever we spoke, she was positive.
Within three weeks of jumphigh83 taking control, Buster was w-t-c sound, within five weeks he was basically sound (though “ehhh” in the corners), and within six weeks he was almost 100%.
At that point, all notions of giving Buster away left me. I couldn’t do that to a sound horse. I decided to keep him - even though he was on the east coast - he was sound, and he was happy. Paying board and bills for a horse that was 3,000 miles away was a small price to pay for the relief of having a sound, ALIVE horse.
Unfortunately, in late April, the little girl who was riding Buster 2 days a week fractured a vertebra while riding her horse so she had to stop riding Buster. Then, two weeks ago, the other girl who was riding him three days a week sent me an e-mail saying “Buster is too much for me, now that I am the only one riding him.”
Though I normally would have FREAKED out with that news (since I was in CA and had no clue how to otherwise get Buster taken care of), I actually saw the e-mail as a blessing. My new boyfriend had been asking me DAILY for the past four weeks why my horse was on the east coast and I was on the west coast, and I had been making excuses. ( “We’ll bring him out after the summer, when it is cooler” or “I might move back east” or “Jumphigh83 is the only trainer who has the patience to deal with Buster’s soundness issues.” ) Now that I no longer had a rider for him, it was like a message from God that now was the time to bring him out.
I still, however, was hedging my bets: Would I be able to find a shipper? The truck trip took 6 days. . . etc., etc. The flight brokers were so unpredictable since they could only do a load with three horses. . . . And was Buster truly sound enough to do the 6 day truck trip?? How was I going to get Buster’s trunks packed? Maybe we should wait until Thanksgiving, when I went home and could pack him.
David (the new boyfriend) quickly took control, saying “Elizabeth, call a flight broker, and get this horse out here that way. You are not putting that horse on a truck for six days.” I tried to explain to him that flights were hard to get this time of year, but he refused to shut up until I called a flight broker (Alex Nichols). The surprise? The very day after I called the broker, they called back to say Buster could go seven days later.
In response to my next fear that we’d never get all Buster’s stuff shipped out here, David said “ask someone to pack his stuff. If they forget to ship something, we’ll buy new stuff out here.” In response to my fear that I would never be able to get Buster to Newark cheaply, David said “what’s another $400? Suck it up.”
From there, the pieces fell right into place: AAJumper’s trainer had a spot open in her barn (the biggest stall in the barn with an attached pen (good for Buster’s arthritic bones)), Jumphigh83 totally took charge of getting Buster to Newark (even though she was in the middle of an AWAY(!!) show), AAJumper’s trainer totally took care of getting Buster from LAX to the farm (even though she was in the middle of a show!), and my parents drove to the barn to pack all of my stuff (even though they have no clue what to pack for a horse). It was perfect - every single worry ( “how do I get him to the airport,” “how do I get him home,” “how do I get him packed???” ) totally took care of itself. Not to get overly religious, but it is clear that this move was directed by a force other than me. 
Fast forward to last Thursday: I got a cell phone call from AAJumper’s trainer saying she had gotten the precious cargo (BUSTER!) at LAX, and she was on the way home. I took Friday off and went to see Buster. He is there, he is happy, and I am thrilled.
[I] And having gone through this past winter of lameness, the good news is that I now have insight: Every time I have brought Buster to a new barn, he comes up lame. I have never understood it, and I have always freaked out. Having seen what he did in the winter, though, I totally understand now - Buster ran like an idiot on Friday and Saturday in the turn-out pen, because he was in a new exciting place. Given that that is how he made himself DEAD LAME this past winter (which is what started this thread back in March), I was prepared for him to be lame, and I was Zen about it.
He has been on 4 grams of Bute for Thurs., Fri., and Sat., and he is getting his legs wrapped at night. I have made my peace with the fact that he might be lame for the next seven days. I am totally prepared to be calm and to explain to AAJumper’s trainer (my new trainer) that this is how Buster operates, and he might be lame for a week, and we might want to inject his hocks in a week or two, when he stops being lame and is ready to begin work.
(I say “when he stops being lame,” but he actually is not lame. He was a bit gimpy yesterday, but we found out that he has not been EATING his Bute b/c he doesn’t like the feed that the Bute is mixed with. So, given the running he did the first two days he was here, he, by rights, should be DEAD LAME, and he is only mildly gimpy (thank God, knock on wood, etc.)) [/I]
I realize this is long and rambling, but I wanted to share with all of you the good news. You all were so good to me when I struggled to figure out what to do, back in March. Who would have thought things would work out like this? Granted, Buster might be lame when he comes off Bute in a couple days, but now I know that no matter how lame he is, with a program and patience, it is very likely fixable.
Thank you all for your support. Without this network on the BB, I would have been lost in March. LOST. And, without Jumphigh83 and AAJumper, this story would have had a very different ending. Many thanks to all of you for the support, both back in March and now. I am so lucky to have all of you.
