Blitz

A few years ago I woke up from a terrible nightmare of a carriage horse in the city falling down, it was just a nightmare, but it was so visceral I called Emerson and told her to drop what she was doing, we were going to Boston. We went to Boston to see the carriage horses and the people I knew who worked with them, to make sure they were all alright. On seeing this horse, we call Blitz, for the first time, Emerson broke down crying. Most of the carriage horses are kept in good condition, but he was visibly struggling. He is old, broken, covered in sores and struggling to keep the weight on. We let the workers there know that when he was ready to retire, to call me before bringing him to auction. Luckily his caring driver remembered me when the day came that he was ready to ship out.

Our barn was full when I got the phone call, we had no spare stalls and winter was rapidly approaching. We only had until Saturday to figure something out, but we all knew we had to make this work. So we went out and found a pre-built shed 12x16 and got them to deliver it before the week was up! The ponies, Punk and Marshmallow, got their own love-shack with their own little track paddock. This emptied a stall for Blitz to move in, just in the nick of time! We picked him up that weekend. While he still had some sores he was looking better than the winter when we'd seen him last, but still substantially underweight. After a thorough vet-check we discovered he's missing most of the teeth on one side of his face, explaining why it was so hard for him to keep his weight up. So now he gets soup! A mix of timothy hay pellets, beet pulp, and rice bran along with his ration balancer. He put the weight on nicely and is beginning to open up.

As Blitz settled into country life, we realized that during the time he spent in the city, he was rather shut down. He taught me a lot about how much a horse can bury their feelings, he worked very well in the city, never spooking, but he was actively not in his own mind. He was just so overwhelmed, he clocked out. Once allowed to have emotions again and express himself, he's actually, genuinely afraid of almost everything. With his blinders off (literally and figuratively) he is re-learning to experience the world. He is learning to be curious and enjoy play, rather than cautious and nervous.

He has a few wonderful young friends who are helping him learn to love life!

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