Many long years ago, my Vet told me about a horse that needed to be sold quickly, because the kid was going to college, and his father allegedly told him that he had to sell the horse to buy books, etc.
The horse had qualified his rider for the Medal MacClay’s two years in a row, and I thought, what the hell, I can flip him to a hunter trainer- I knew quite a few. I asked my Vet to do a complete set of radiographs on him, so I would have them available. She assured me that I should buy him.
When I went to look at the horse, he stood with his head in the corner of the stall and ignored me. I thought GREAT! I will not get attached to this one! I can make money! HA!
I got him home, worked him a little, and contacted some big deals that I knew. They came down and rode him, asked for the radiographs, which I hadn’t even glanced at, and turned him down. So, I decided that it might be time to look at those pictures. Bad news. He had substantial navicular changes in his right front, and his right hock and stifle weren’t pretty, either. Along about this time, he buried his head in my chest, and I knew he wasn’t leaving.
In any event, I took him off of the market, and had Dr. God, at NBC review his issues. He put him in some super special shoes, and we did isox and bute for a bit. I started swimming him two days per week, and worked him as a dressage horse. He has the high score at his first show. He was the first horse that I put the tricks on through Grand Prix. He was an awesome teacher. He became a schoolmaster that I could teach others on.
Am I pissed off at the Vet? Not really. But then again, I was in a position to do something else with the horse, rather than sell him. She’s one of those people who just think that they know better than you. That’s on her, not me.
I owned Trendy until his death in his early 20’s. I miss him still.