Day Fifteen: If you could say something to any one horse, what would you say?
Hmm…this is a weird one for me because I talk to my horses all the time. In fact, I think one of the reason that Gen and I get along so well is because he loves to be spoken too and I love to talk. I spend most of my work day listening to others so as soon as I get to the barn I start talking and I just don’t stop. Gen is an excellent listener and I swear that he knows what I am saying a lot of the time.
I tend to not live my life with a whole lot of regrets, if I need to say something, I just say it (that is not always a good trait). I mean, I explained to Phoenix why I wasn’t going to see him anymore, I spoke to both X and Heart before they were put down. I guess if I had to pick a horse that I wanted to say something to it would be one of the horses from my college days. I could be wrong, but I think the horses name was Tricky? Maybe? I need help from my college friends who read this. He was a tall, thin Chestnut that I rode in pretty much every lesson. He was totally safe, but had a rough trot to ride. Of course we always did no stirrup work every week so that was fun.
Anyway…The horses at my college were not taken care of very well at all. They still had straight stalls in the barn where horses would have no access to water for the entire day. That should give you some indication how highly care was on their list of priorities. Well Tickey got rain rot, badly. I pointed it out to the barn manager who just shrugged me off. I pointed it out to the riding instructor and she told me to just relax.
I am sure that you all can tell I am not good with just watching a horse suffer so after hoping for two weeks that someone would care I decided to take matters in to my own hands. The rain rot was on his back was so bad that it was BLEEDING. And no one cared. People kept riding him and I just felt so bad for him. So I decided that I would take care of it myself. I went to the barn everyday for weeks treating the rain rot in the morning before anyone else came around. I would scrub and do my best hoping that the rain rot would go away before I had to leave for the summer when the horses would be thrown outside and not looked at again for three months.
Well one day after almost two weeks, when he was finally looking better, I got caught. I had already treated him and was just putting him away in his stall when the barn manager came in. She was NOT happy. I admit, I did not ask if it was okay to treat him. I had just assumed that people would be happy that the horse was getting better. No such luck. I got IN TROUBLE. Big time. In fact, it was so bad I was not able to return to the barn for the rest of the year and the next one. I didn’t ride my junior year in college because of all of this.
So because I left in such a hurry, I never got to say good bye. I wish that I could have told him how sorry I was for him. How he was a good horse and deserved to be better and what a good horse he was. I heard that over the summer his owners came back and saw the condition that he was in and pulled him from the barn.