On the 21 of October 2009 I got a call from a trainer in a town 450km away, he asked if I wanted another horse. I said Iíd ring him back after Iíd talked to my mum, of course she said yes. When I rang the trainer back he said he was on the truck coming already.
9.30PM the truck arrived and I layed eyes on Zeke being mine for the first time. He was a big gelding about 16.2hh with a large star and a snip and of course, a broken jaw. Heíd been in a floating accident years earlier where the float rolled and they just left him in a paddock with a broken jaw. He was in racing condition and very bulky.
A few weeks later I got to training him and he was perfect, no buck, bolt or rear. He was basically bombproof and I loved him.
A month or two after we got him he started losing weight, then more weight. We were feeding him 3 times a day but he just wouldnít put it on. We got the vet out and he and he said he was fine we just needed to feed him more. Another month went and he just continued to get worse. My beautiful boy was now a skeleton. We had people ringing up the shire dobbing us in for animal cruelty when they didnít even know the story. We got a different vet out and he took blood tests. Thatís the day he started urinating blood. The vet got back to us and thatís when we got the news, Zekes liver and kidneys were failing. We decided to have him put down. So early one morning I led him out to browns range and the vet came out, he went down on the first needle and died just with the sedation needle. Of course the vet gave him the rest just to make sure. And that was the end.
Goodbye Zeke 16/10/01 - 12/6/10 8.24AM