Hug Your Horse

I was sent a text this afternoon by the trainer/manager of the barn I boarded and worked at in Augusta.

The 28 year old champion of the barn - the lesson giver, jump teacher, hunt master - was euthanized this morning.  During some part of the night, he broke his leg.

I didn't have a super special attachment to this old fellow.  He never taught me to ride and we never had any special bonding moments.  I'd only ever ridden him once, for a fraction of  a lesson.  He was so good at his job, so understanding of how to pack a kid around a course (even though I was a grown up by that time), that I was able to tie off the reins and take him over a line of jumps, practicing on my form.

We took him to a few IHSA competitions and he quickly got a reputation for the flat courses.  He would change gait and direction before the rider had a chance to ask, just by hearing the announcer.

Bugle Boy was a once in a lifetime horse.

After hearing about this, the husband and I had a talk.  What if something happened to Archie?  What if I went out to the barn and his leg was dangling?  He was colicing?  We didn't get in to specifics - if it's X, then we do Y - but I made sure that he understood what would be expected of him.  Where I kept the injectable Banamine, the Bute, and that, if anything ever warranted it, getting that medication to me was of the utmost importance because I wouldn't be leaving my horse's side until the vet came.

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  1. I haven't had that talk with the hubby but I bet we should have it...

    Sounds like that horse was worth his weight in gold. RIP

    1. Thanks. :) I also forgot to mention that he toted his owner, the owner of the property, in the hunt field for *years*, through back surgeries and when she got her colors. He was just a champ.

  2. It's always sad when a great one goes.

    1. They've had a lot of hits since I left. But, it's a great facility and they get the best of care. He lived a good life.