[mistysangel0]

Mine and Destiny's story starts 2yrs ago. A lady had called us in response to our wanted trail horse add. She sadi she had a an arab/ saddlebred mare, that was amazing on trails. We laft immediatly to go see the horse. When we got there we found a 14 hand skinny little chestnut mare. She had watery eyes and bad feet, but for some reason we still brought her home. Whe we got her home we found she ahd a lot of trust issues we couldn't even touch her. Slowly but surely we worked on them and she became very handlable. We finally had the vet out and that is when we found she was a month pregnant!! I got very excited, she was going to have a baby. As more time passed we finally started to ride her. She was uptight and scared at first but once she settled down she was a really good trail horse, and slowly our bond began to strengthen. She will whinny to me when me I went out every morning, and she had different looks, the what do you want look, the it wasn't me look, and my favorite what are you looknig at look. She was an awsome trail horse she would go through anything for me. And finally she was in labor, I stayed out in the barn wiht her and whenever I would leave she would whinny for me to come back. Then after hours at 12:45 am she gave birth to a beautiful bay and white filly. Me being there with her only strengthened our bond further. At first she was afraid of the baby but with some reassurance she became a wonderful mother. Time passed and the baby was ready to be weaned, weaning was not really very hard for either of them. But then she all of a sudden came up lame. We had the vet out she had foundered, we put her on supplements and within a month or 2 she was almost fully recovered. Than the unexpected happened, she colliced. I went outside just like every other morning she whinnied to me, but this morning was different I couldn't get her to eat and she was running around and up and down. I ran inside and told my mom, and then ran back out and started to walk her, even walking her I could barely keep her on her feet. The vet finally came and she thought it was an impaction and treated her as such, but an hour later she was still in pain. So the vet came back out and found that her intestines were looped around her spleen. She gave her meds. to shrink her spleen in hopes that if we lunged her it wold go back over her spleen. my mom tried first but couldn't keep her going. So a little later I tried, I could keep her goign, but it had to be for 15 min. and me and Destiny were both sweaty and tierd, but se had tp keep going. I told my mom Destiny was goign to hate me, and will never forget what my mom said, "no she won't at least she will be alive " . Well it didn;t work so we had one last option. We knocked her out and trued to manipulate it back over. We thought it worked but then an hour later she was in a cold sweat and had a heart rate of 60 (normal is 40). So we called the vet and the only humane thing to do was put her down. I put a blanket on her because she was so cold, and sat on the ground with her. She put her head in my lap and I stoked her head she always used to like it and it would always calm her down. She was just so tierd.I just sat there telling how sorry I was and remeber feeling so angry because she was dying. It was my responsibility to help her and I felt like I had failed her. I was wiht her when she put her down and when she was gone I knew she was gone but I didn't want to leave her body I just sat there holding her head still telling her I was sorry and I loved her. June 12 2008 Destiny body died, but her spirit lives on not nly in my heart but in her baby girl.

here are her pictures
this is what she was when she came home to us






and this is her when she left this earth

[prairienights]

Well, not a horse I know personally or even really a story. My grandma used to always tell me about the horses from when she was a little girl. Her father (my great grandfather) trained polo ponies, so they grew up riding horses. She always told me about her favorite horse, a big black majestic thoroughbred who her father purchased for her from the racetrack. His name was Sergeant. She'd tell me how she spent summers riding him bareback and taking him swimming in the creek and nobody could beat them in races and they'd jump 4ft. I always figured that she was exaggerating, she often did, but I enjoyed the stories anyways.

After she passed away, we were looking through her things, and I found a box with a note "Old Sarge." There were TONS of old black and white photos, of my grandma as a little girl in pigtails. Sure enough, Sergeant was a huge gorgeous black horse, and there were photos of her holding ribbons in front of jumping courses that had to be at least 4ft and riding bareback with her little dalmation dog trotting behind.

That's always been special to me.

[mistysangel0]

aww thats a sweet story.

thanks for sharing it!!

[Arabians4ME]

I guess the one closes to my heart is this thread( FF Anteiaa 4/27/95 - 5/30/06*My letter to vet* Post #80 ) it's still something I go back and read.

Now I have her son and mother to carry on her spirit but it's NOTHING compared to what she was...


BTW- Your story was very touching I am so sorry you lost your mare, I used to have an ASB gelding that could ahve been her twin!

[payday]

ok well... this one is when i got my first horse(it has only been a year since)

i had wanted a horse since as long as i could remember, i took lessons at a local stable. my mom picked me up from school one day and said: i have some news... then she said: do you wanna start looking for a horse? i almost screamed!!!! i said SWEET!!! i wanna ride dressage but jumping too! and i pictured a paint horse in my mined. i drew a picture of a paint and told my mom that is what i want, she said she had secretly looked at a cute paint horse named checkers... but the owners were only THINKING of putting her up for sale. so me and my horse crazy friend looked on the enternet for horse ads. we found a fjord pony named 'happy' but he was twenty eight years old. but then i stumbled upon an ad for a thoroughbred gelding...he was the very first horse i even looked at in person...it was the middle of a canadian winter so he had two inche long hair ALL over him he was not the horse of my dreams at all! but he was so sweet, i rode him and his canter was a gallop. i brushed him and he stood still... i talked to him and he listened. the owner was nice and she had not ridden him for six monthes. but i decided i loved him!!my mom that knows ALOT more abouut horses then me told me he had 'calm' eyes and would be a good first horse. so the day we came to bring him home he did not want to go in the trailer because he had never stepped on a ramp...so we all had treats in our hand trying to load him into the trailer and finally he willingly came... and we took him to his new home!!!! he is still learning and i am learning to... but i have a show with him this weekend!!

[mistysangel0]

oh thats a great story..

Godd luck at your show!!! post abck and tell me how you did