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Soon after ending my lease I realized that Ricky was the best horse for me. I love him with all my heart. Well needless to say Ricky injured himself and was out of work for almost a year. I stuck with him through the whole ordeal and he was finally able to eat grass right before my family moved to Dallas. In Dallas I leased a horse named JJ and then I leased a pony named Cherry Bomb. While leasing I was looking for a horse of my own that I could love and have a great bond with like I did with Ricky and Cherry Bomb. During my Christmas Vacation I injured myself jumping my friends horse while she was out of town. I was at the hospital for eleven days and seven of those days were spent in the ICU. I was told I wasn't going to be able to ride a horse for six months and that was devastating to me. When I was finally able to come home and was well enough to start working, I started the search for my first horse once again. I wasn't able to ride them of course. The one horse that I wanted so badly was a horse named Money. He was just so powerful and he enchanted me some how. So for my Christmas and Birthday presents I was going to get a horse. On my sixteenth birthday we heard the horrible news that Money did not pass the vet check. I was devastated. I wanted him so badly although I kept the search on because I knew there would be many out there that would fit me well. I found a nice horse and had the owner trailer down there horse for me to look at. I was positive I was going to buy her, she was great and an experienced jumper, which I did not want but was okay and then I met another horse, Norman. He was going to be the last horse I looked at. When we went and looked at him the owner of the barn wasn't going to allow the owner of the horse to ride him so I could look at him. I was finally able to see him be ridden and able to ride him myself. I began riding again but just flat. He was perfect. I could not ask for a better horse. So Norman came to my barn and was jumped by a trainer there and did okay, not great, but I still was hooked. I was going to ride Norman that night just to stretch his legs out after jumping and stupid me, I tied him to the door! He spooked when he hit his head on a box and sat back violently tearing the door off of the stall and taking off with it attached to his halter and lead rope. He only had a scratch on one of his legs which I hosed off for twenty minutes everyday until it the swelling was nonexistence. So we ended up buying Norman, although he was still lame, and I changed his name to Duke. I lounged him one day and he came up dead lame the next day so the vet came out, wrapped his leg, and told us what to do. He then came up the following day with an X-ray machine; he had no fractures, bone chips, spurs, or anything. We eventually found out that Duke had cellulites, a bacterial infection in the muscle, which was caused by severe soft tissue damage.
After two months of stall rest, hand walks, and slight turnout, I am now able to ride my horse for the first time and it is a great feeling. Duke is an angel in my life and without him I think I would be very depressed right now. Duke is really my dream horse and I hope that everyone who wants a horse finds one that they match perfectly with like what I have with Duke, the angel sent from above.
Krystin Trent
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