By Patti Thomas Baker

After 6 months of intense treatment he
was saved from euthanization, but due to scar tissue he would never
show again. I didn't think I would see him again. 2 years later, the
man who worked for the stable walked into the clinic where I worked
and came straight up to the counter and said, “I need some one to
take Winston”. He was scheduled to be euthanized due to his severe
arthritis. My heart exploded. Before consulting my husband I dived
in head first and blurted out, “ME! I will take him.”
All the arrangements were made and I went to see my new horse. I had always wanted to own my own horse and I had all these thoughts in my head of how it was going to be; rehabilitating my beautiful boy, sugar cubes and carrots, fuzzy rubber lipped kisses and walking through meadows. Boy was I in for a rude awakening.
All the arrangements were made and I went to see my new horse. I had always wanted to own my own horse and I had all these thoughts in my head of how it was going to be; rehabilitating my beautiful boy, sugar cubes and carrots, fuzzy rubber lipped kisses and walking through meadows. Boy was I in for a rude awakening.
When I showed up to the muddy lot that
held my boy, he had just freshly rolled in in the blackest puddle of
mud he could find, his head held in the perfect 'Trail of Tears'
horse pose. Back leg cocked and out to the side and looking a bit
disjointed. I walked up to him and whispered his name and he
immediately showed me his extremely muddy butt. I was so sad, but
still I made the commitment, loaded him up and took him to my
farrier.
My farrier was familiar with Winston
because he was key in his treatment 2 years prior. He fashioned the
brace that Winston stood in for 6 months. I told him that he was
arthritic, and wanted to know what I could do foot wise to make him
more comfortable. I love my farrier, and in only the way he can he
ignored me totally and walked around my horse grunting and sighing.
He told me to walk him this way and that, and in his blunt as a spoon
way, he said to me, "Whoever told you this horse has arthritis
is an idiot."


I walked him across 1.5 acres and we
stretched every other step all the way to the waiting farrier. He
then trimmed and fitted him with his signature custom made shoes. He
said it looks funny but I believe this will do the trick. I told him
I didn't care what it looks like if it eases the discomfort. He
buttoned him down and had me walk Winston. He took the first step
stopped dead in his tracks and whipped around to look at his leg. He
took another step, stopped and stretched. Then we walked in circles
and back to the round pen without stopping one time to stretch that
leg. I was amazed.

They said he would never be ridden
again and look at us now. He runs to the gate and searches me for
graham crackers, and now when he whips that dirty muddy butt to me it
is for me to scratch that special spot because only mom can do it
just right. He is still an arrogant snob with most people, but he
has included my husband and children into his small elite group.
Despite his snobbery, he is mine all mine and I love him dearly, and
I think he loves me too!
Many
thanks to Durvet Apple Wormer for sponsoring "This is my Trail Horse". Winston
will receive a gift from Durvet. www.applewormer.com
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