Post by shadowofachance on Apr 23, 2011 17:28:40 GMT 1
We didn't know you were in there.
A trip to the Reading sales with my Mum looking for a small, sensible hack changed my life. My Mum fell in love with your Mum! Pie was a beautiful tri coloured cob with sad eyes. Not what she was looking for but in must have been fate.
Pie came home and settled in quickly, she was loved and pampered. We started to wonder as her belly got bigger what was happening and then we could see you moving around in there. The worry and excitement was in equal measure as we waited to meet you.
You were born on Saturdy 4th May 2002 early in the morning and you were the most perfect foal I had ever seen and you were mine.
You were a handful from day one, your name Scarlet O'Hara reflected your attitude, determination and fight. We had challenges you and I and I loved your independance, you courage and your sparkle. I will never meet another horse with the ability to figure out a person in a few seconds the way you did.
We went on our travels - 7 yards! Trying to find somewhere the three of us would be happy. Chance came along to and I know you too were never best friends but in my heart I know you loved each other.
When you turned three you had the pleasure of meeting Monty Roberts, I loved how your name sounded in his American accent "frankly Scarlet I do give a damn". I was so proud of you, you joined up and accepted your rider like a true star. I remember how you were going round the round pen and slowed everytime you passed me :-), you were perfect.
Life potted on and you grew into the most beautiful young lady. You still had your attitude and that is what made you you. You kept everyone of their toes! You were so affectionate when you wanted to be! You loved to be groomed and would stand for hours being scratched. Everyone fell in love with you and how could they not.
When I got the phonecall to say you were lame in the field I assumed you had been racing around or breaking fences to get where you wanted to go. The vet diagnosed you with laminitis and our battle started. It was a battle and you were so brave my ginge. You gave the vets a run for there money and never let the farrier forget who was boss. Your record of pulling of an expensive glue on shoe I am sure will never be beaten. A year in your stable and you hated it. It was hard for such a majestic mare to be stuck in doors, you should have been galloping around - tail stuck up in the air pretending to be an arab.
We did it though and we got you out. We had a Summer and and Winter, attimittdly you were muzzled which you hated and electric tape surrounded you but you were out! I would hold my breath bringing you in, I couldn't worry about anyone the way I worried about you.
I let you down, I hurt my knee and couldn't see you everyday. I missed you. But you were in good hands with people who loved you. I would often be asked if someone could ride you - oh how you were lusted after. No one believed me when I said how ill you had been all they saw was this stunning chestnut floating around the field and being a tart with the boys.
Then life stopped playing fair for you my gorgeous girl. You were the perfect weight, your feet had never looked better and you were never out without your muzzle. But I underestimated the evilness of your disease and I let you down my friend. I am so sorry.
The farrier knew, the look on his face when he tried to make you more comfortable. The vet knew and the x-ray confirmed my worst fear it was back. You were perfectly sound on Saturday out in the sun with your friends and on Sunday you were in agony. You had gone back to how you were two years ago but your bone was so close to coming through your foot now. I still can't believe ginge how bad those X-rays were. How fragile the balance and how bad I feel for not keeping you in or keeping you safe.
I looked at your face and I agreed with the vet, it was not fair to put you through it all again. You were in pain and I hope I took away your pain before it was too hard for you. I wish you had lay down and given up as that would make my pain now much less but that wouldn't have been you. You would never give up but I did and I am sorry. I wanted to save you from another summer in a box on your own without your friends. I wanted to stop all your pain. If I could have taken your pain for you I would have. I gave you a big scoop of mix, kissed your neck and said goodbye. Now I am empty and lost.
So my beautiful ginge I expect you to be waiting for Chance and I on the bridge. I expect to see you gallop up to us tail in the air looking stunning. I love you and I miss you more than I ever thought possible. You were loved, you were cherished and you changed my life.
Scarlet O'Hara 04/05/02 - 19/04/11
A trip to the Reading sales with my Mum looking for a small, sensible hack changed my life. My Mum fell in love with your Mum! Pie was a beautiful tri coloured cob with sad eyes. Not what she was looking for but in must have been fate.
Pie came home and settled in quickly, she was loved and pampered. We started to wonder as her belly got bigger what was happening and then we could see you moving around in there. The worry and excitement was in equal measure as we waited to meet you.
You were born on Saturdy 4th May 2002 early in the morning and you were the most perfect foal I had ever seen and you were mine.
You were a handful from day one, your name Scarlet O'Hara reflected your attitude, determination and fight. We had challenges you and I and I loved your independance, you courage and your sparkle. I will never meet another horse with the ability to figure out a person in a few seconds the way you did.
We went on our travels - 7 yards! Trying to find somewhere the three of us would be happy. Chance came along to and I know you too were never best friends but in my heart I know you loved each other.
When you turned three you had the pleasure of meeting Monty Roberts, I loved how your name sounded in his American accent "frankly Scarlet I do give a damn". I was so proud of you, you joined up and accepted your rider like a true star. I remember how you were going round the round pen and slowed everytime you passed me :-), you were perfect.
Life potted on and you grew into the most beautiful young lady. You still had your attitude and that is what made you you. You kept everyone of their toes! You were so affectionate when you wanted to be! You loved to be groomed and would stand for hours being scratched. Everyone fell in love with you and how could they not.
When I got the phonecall to say you were lame in the field I assumed you had been racing around or breaking fences to get where you wanted to go. The vet diagnosed you with laminitis and our battle started. It was a battle and you were so brave my ginge. You gave the vets a run for there money and never let the farrier forget who was boss. Your record of pulling of an expensive glue on shoe I am sure will never be beaten. A year in your stable and you hated it. It was hard for such a majestic mare to be stuck in doors, you should have been galloping around - tail stuck up in the air pretending to be an arab.
We did it though and we got you out. We had a Summer and and Winter, attimittdly you were muzzled which you hated and electric tape surrounded you but you were out! I would hold my breath bringing you in, I couldn't worry about anyone the way I worried about you.
I let you down, I hurt my knee and couldn't see you everyday. I missed you. But you were in good hands with people who loved you. I would often be asked if someone could ride you - oh how you were lusted after. No one believed me when I said how ill you had been all they saw was this stunning chestnut floating around the field and being a tart with the boys.
Then life stopped playing fair for you my gorgeous girl. You were the perfect weight, your feet had never looked better and you were never out without your muzzle. But I underestimated the evilness of your disease and I let you down my friend. I am so sorry.
The farrier knew, the look on his face when he tried to make you more comfortable. The vet knew and the x-ray confirmed my worst fear it was back. You were perfectly sound on Saturday out in the sun with your friends and on Sunday you were in agony. You had gone back to how you were two years ago but your bone was so close to coming through your foot now. I still can't believe ginge how bad those X-rays were. How fragile the balance and how bad I feel for not keeping you in or keeping you safe.
I looked at your face and I agreed with the vet, it was not fair to put you through it all again. You were in pain and I hope I took away your pain before it was too hard for you. I wish you had lay down and given up as that would make my pain now much less but that wouldn't have been you. You would never give up but I did and I am sorry. I wanted to save you from another summer in a box on your own without your friends. I wanted to stop all your pain. If I could have taken your pain for you I would have. I gave you a big scoop of mix, kissed your neck and said goodbye. Now I am empty and lost.
So my beautiful ginge I expect you to be waiting for Chance and I on the bridge. I expect to see you gallop up to us tail in the air looking stunning. I love you and I miss you more than I ever thought possible. You were loved, you were cherished and you changed my life.
Scarlet O'Hara 04/05/02 - 19/04/11