At age 1 he had a shoulder injury.
At age 2 he had multiple soft and hard tissue injuries to his LF in pasture: 6 month rehab
At age 2 he was also diagnosed with PSSM and shivers
At age 6 his LF had a collateral cartilage injury: 8 month rehab
At age 7 he came up with a LH suspensory: we started a 9-12 month rehab... I decided to send him to a rehab facility so he could get The Perfect Rehab.
And three months after that diagnosis he's just been seen by an U/S specialist who dxed him with a RH suspensory, significant cervical arthritis (he has the neck of an 18-28 yr old horse apparently), as well as bony changes to the suspensory in the RH that must have happened quite a while ago, overall significant neurological deficits, and some lameness of the RF that the vets just can't even be bothered diagnosing right now because the whole system appears to be broken...
He's been seen by 3 vets and none of them, nor UC Davis consultants or MSU researchers can explain it aside from thinking the shoulder injury/PSSM/shivers might be causing him to injure himself more, or maybe his soft tissues are just inherently weak.
I started him myself and he made it to first level with me, just about, despite all this, and has been a total dream to train and a lovely, darling pet to be around, full of try, no question answered with a “no” and such adoration for people and all other beings... But he's having trouble lying down, turning around, and is significantly lame.... he can't live in pasture because he's lived there his whole life and he keeps breaking there, and he can't live in a stall for the rest of his life because that’d be cruel. Today I went to visit him and saw that he’s had such trouble getting up that he’s managed to skin himself up pretty badly… Just standing up is hard now.
And so, pretty soon, when the various doctors have arranged to necropsy him to find out WTF is going on in there, I'll be putting him to sleep so he can rest his poor body. I'm heartbroken. After 7 years of trying, I admit defeat.
Somehow, six different people have come up to me at the barn and asked me why don’t you just put him out to pasture and retire him? One, I was advised, was going to have some kind of intervention with me to save his life, and another offered to take him and retire him at her far distant property where he would just… Slowly die? With no supervision? I don’t know. The idea that I have not explored every option, over many years, is pretty hurtful. But I do try to remember Hanlon’s Razor: never attribute to malice what can adequately be explained by stupidity.
I’m going to have to say goodbye to his lovely smooshy muzzle and relentlessly soft eyes. All 1500# of his gorgeous hunky frame that I felt so safe on, and his whinny when he sees me. It’s going to be so bloody hard.
