A favorite horse
fallen, now I must ride grief,
a slow moving nag,
a wild raging untrained stallion
no one ever wants to ride.
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D W Eldred
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A Shite day.
Today started well, with the farrier out bright and early to shoe horses, and I was ready almost 30 minutes ahead for once.
My assistant took one of the horses out for some in-hand walking as part of a new conditioning program, while I held the last couple of horses for shoes. She then called me from the arena saying that the mare was having a neurological event that in the moment appeared to be a seizure.The mare stumbled several times before falling against the fence and passing out for about 1 minute, with some tremors. She was able to get herself up, after my assistant carefully removed the halter at my instruction. (note that this part occured while I was still holding a horse for the farrier)
I called our vet clinic and consulted the on-call vet, who was not worried as she had no fever, and was reasonably aware and had gotten herself up and moving. The only sign of anything unusual other than the prior event was that even at rest with her head held at normal awareness you could see a leaping pulse along the jugular on both sides of the neck up to about halfway. (normally this is only visible in the bottom 1/4 where the neck meets the chest, I learned when the vet arrived later in the afternoon)
We placed the mare in one of my smaller riding arenas that was soft and clear of equipment along with some hay and water for turnout under observation for the rest of the day. I went into my house for lunch for about an hour.
I came out to find that during my lunch the mare had passed away, with minimal signs of a struggle. I am guessing that she had passed within the last 20 minutes prior to my arrival. The vet came out for an exam and determined that it was Congestive Heart Failure, of which the only signs may be a passing out event and the leaping pulse. There was literally nothing that could have been done unless she was already open on an operation table when the initial event occured.
This mare had been healthy, sound, and in fabulous condition prior to this happening. I was grateful that my assistant was not injured, nor was the mare in a riding session. She was out in our arenas both times, probably the softest surfaces and safest areas that anything could have occured due to the good footing and pvc fences.
Run Free Bella girl, you will be missed.
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personal work | oil and wax, powdered lead glass, 24k gold, rough opal, cut and polished opal, crushed fire opal, gilded porcelain
The Pale Horse is done! \0/
i am REALLY happy with how this turned out. and the original has a shimmer i wasn't able to get in the photo.
enjoy!
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Sometimes being barn manager is the worst...
Today was a very sucky, bad, awful day. It was supposed to be the first day of my weekend, but unfortunately we had a horse unexpectedly pass away due to a very bad colic overnight in the pasture. My poor feeder staff member was the one who found him this morning.
It is something that can happen, horses are actually a very "bad" evolutionary design for survival when it comes to digestive tract issues. It just sucks extra bad because he was one of my few younger horses at only 14 years old. He was actually the first horse that I was part of bringing into the camp herd back when I was a seasonal part time staff member back in 2016. He was a saint in the test ride when I was a looby and took a line of jumps uphill towards the barn. I stayed on, and got a little lesson instruction from the barn owner and my manager on better ways to ride when test riding a horse.
The good news was that the horse that was on colic watch and had seen the vet earlier that day was fine today and got to go out on grass and get a partial ration of feed. He was just offended by my forcing him to wear a grazing muzzle to keep him from ingesting the wood shavings bedding on his hunt for hay scraps in the stall.
In Honor and Memory of West Mesa, you were a good boy and I am so sorry that we lost you this way.
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The reason why the trams worked in my city was because they were haunted by the ghosts of horses that used to draw carriages back in the day.
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ROUND 1, MATCH 41
NO MAGIC, POWERS, WEAPONS, OR ADDITIONAL HELP FROM OTHERS
L Lawliet:
“He's got some sick capoeira shit, kicked Light in the face once. It's such a cool & unusual fighting style I dont think anyone will have a strategy for it. ”
“He knows capoeira and is good at it, and is surprisingly good at taking a hit to the face. Also, I love him, that counts for something, right?”
A horse:
“*David Attenborough voice*
Ah! Here we see the noble horse. Truly one of nature's least survivable animals. This pathetic specimen cannot handle the breakage of it's legs, because it is too intellectually limited to avoid using the damaged appendage.
In a fight with virtually any other animal the impressive strength that a stallion may demonstrate is immediately made secondary to the limited survivability of a horse.
Horses are not good fighters. I don't like horses. They will lose many many fights.
Thank you for coming to my (David H Attenborough's) TED Talk.”
“i saw this on the spreadsheet and thought it was funny so i'm supporting it with a vote. let's get a horse in this fight”
“Have you tried fighting a horse? Shit's scary :(”
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In the warm, horsey gloom of the stable, Death's pale horse looked up from its oats and gave a little whinny of greeting. The horse's name was Binky. He was a real horse.
Death had tried fiery steeds and skeletal horses in the past, and found them impractical, especially the fiery ones, which tended to set light to their own bedding and stand in the middle of it looking embarrassed.
Terry Pratchett / Reaper Man
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