Memories of an old friend, trials and tribulations with a new one, and the knowledge gained along the way
Monday, November 29, 2010
All Is Quiet on the Eastern Front
I'm happy to report that we got through November break with no colics, injuries or other events that would worry, scare and or send me into a panic. The norm is, of course, to have SOMETHING happen when I'm not here 3-4 times a day to check that no one has died.
I feel kind of odd being on campus. There are two weeks and a few days of exams standing between me and the end of the semester from hell. The good news is I got a huge chunk of work down while I was stranded here the first half of break, so I have little to do during the week besides just show up in class. This leaves me time for other activities, namely pony butt whupping.
I got on Ernie for the first time in probably 3 weeks this morning. It was short and sweet, but I got done what I wanted and confirmed that, yes, this horse DOES still have go (lots and lots of it, we spent 20 minutes zooming around the ring at a nice, brisk trot) and yes, he DOES like having a job over not having one. He was ecstatic to be back and doing something, which he made very clear when he tried to pick up a canter at one point as I gave a half halt. It was so nice to see him forward and like his old self, even if he was pretty stiff and difficult to get bend from. But hey, this isn't about me anymore, is it? I've decided that I cannotcannotcannot go into rides with him anymore expecting anything, with any plan or ideas at all. I get what I get. If he's loose and supple and responsive, yay! If not, we'll see what we can get and end on a good note. This isn't about my needs anymore. It can't be, if I'm to keep him happy and sound and eager to continue on.
It's been a bit of a self-reflection: I've been asking myself a lot over the past few weeks: what do I want from this horse? Regardless of the answer, I can't think that way anymore. He is here, he is what he is, and he has needs that at this point are more important than mine.
It's been a rough few months, but things are looking up. I'm still scraping by money-wise, but I'm getting by, and I have help available to me if I need it. Two happy horses tells me I can't be doing too terribly in any department.
Stella is a 4 year old Appendix QH mare with a small stature but a lot of attitude. In 2009 I knew I needed to start looking for another horse to fill Ernie's shoes. I had no idea what I wanted: schoolmaster, retrain project, youngster? It was completely coincidental that Stella and I ended up paired together, but it couldn't have been a better match. I bought her as a 2 year old from a woman I worked for and the bonding process began right there. She is quick, smart, possesses the best temperament of any horse I've ever worked with but still let's me know that, hey, she's a redheaded mare, and nothing comes all that easy!
LBM started off with the name "Nel", which I quickly scrapped and opted for something sweeter and more feminine to match her kind (but feisty) disposition. I swore I'd never own a mare, but Stella has grown on me and firmly rooted herself in my life to the point where I know I will never be able to part with her. She's progressing in her training quickly and my hope is she'll be making appearances in the dressage show ring in the next couple years.
Jam Session ("Ernest"): 3/14/80 - 6/27/11
Ernie left this world on June 27th, 2011 on a beautiful summer afternoon. The sun was out, and there was a cool breeze coming from the north. He enjoyed a day out at pasture with Stella, plenty of grooming and hand grazing and his favorite treat, a bag of barbecue Fritos.
There are so many words to describe the incredible spirit he embodied, but one comes to mind every time I think of him: resilience. What he suffered in the 11 years between his first owner and when I met him I don't know, but his condition when I got to him said everything. He was mistrusting, nervous, self-protective. He would give you the up and down as you approached him, wary of your hands especially. I can't prove he was abused, but everything about him screamed it.
For months we worked on trusting. I was inexperienced and naive and easily frustrated, but he stuck with me through everything. He began a new life as a wonderfully talented dressage horse. He blossomed right before my eyes, a beautiful deep red-bay with a heart as big as they come. He came with his quirks: a chronic weaver, tirelessly herd bound. However, many of his other issues were caused by people: he had ulcers and a terrible case of cold back. Yet his desire to please, even when he was terrified (if not for no reason, as he often was) overpowered it all.
He came through 5 homes. He lived through unknown abuses. He spent most of his life in some level of pain. He suffered two "career ending" injuries, he went missing once, and when he finally came to school with me, the sigh of relief as he walked off the trailer was enough to cloud my eyes with tears.
I have lost a piece of myself in his passing, but I am more whole than I was before he entered my life. I still hear him whinny in the distance, and I feel his presence in the barn. He is always there with me in some respect. Physically he is gone, but the lessons he taught me will be with me until I meet him again.
March 14th, 1980 to June 27th, 2011. It is with immense love and honor that I knew and cared for him.
Show Name: Jam Session Barn Name: Ernest/Ernie Registered Name (Jockey Club): Krohn of My Own Sire: Dr. Krohn (Arts and Letters x Lady Swaps) Dam: Princess Paulette (Moonlight Express x Warewup) Breed: Thoroughbred Color: bay Markings: Roaning on right front pastern, white splash on face over right eye Height: 15.3 DOB: March 14th, 1980
DOD: June 27th, 2011 Disciplines: Dressage with the occasional hack
Show Name: AMS Boudicca Barn Name: Stella Sire: Diamond MajorLeaguer Dam: Artful Dreamer Breed: Appendix (TBxQH) Color: chestnut Markings: "longhorn" on muzzle, white coronary band on LH Height: 15.2 DOB: April, 2007 Disciplines: Dressage in training
Horsemanship: the practice of working with horses. Survivorship: the state or condition of being a survivor. Lifemanship: the art of getting through it all. If you're taking in breath, you're practicing lifemanship. Each of us has our own ways of finding our path. In my particular case, horses have played a tremendous guiding role in helping me understand, well, everything. Along your trek, dark days are inevitable. Whether you become aware of it or not, you bear the scars of trauma in some form. If you're lucky, you find a way to channel all that emotional junk into a (dys?)functional way of being. I'm blessed enough to have discovered genus equus caballus. We all could learn a thing or two from a horse. So welcome to the journey. Hope you brought your ridin' boots.
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