Thankyou for your lovely poem Samstead.
I'm going to attempt to actually write something sort of useful about Chinga, please know that the tears still come talking or writing about my beloved horse, so this may be slightly hard to read. I don't think I will ever forget the sight of his face or him throwing himself into many unforgiving objects. I cannot thank those who were there enough for what they did for me and my horse, I remember holding his lead rope and then him just jumping slightly forward. I had thought he spoked at something or another horse had bitten him, it wasn't until he fell to the ground that I realized something was wrong. I probably wouldn't have let him go unless someone had made me.
I cannot thank my friend enough, you always imagine when these things happen you would be able to react. You probably can, until it's your own horse. Once he had finally stopped, I tried to approach him, I got about a meter away and froze. All I could do was look at him, even though he was so badly injured, he still had his ears forward. He was obviously in shock too. My friend was kind enough to take him, putting him in the round yard. Keeping both him and everybody else safe.
Everybody kept telling me it was fixable, that the bet was on her way. I wanted to agree with them, and just looking at his face, it probably did look like it was fixable. When Jenna, our vet arrived, she regretfully informed us he wasn't. Hearing those words about a horse your life revolves around is absolutely heart breaking. All I could do was scream and cry, and cry some more. I pulled myself together, knowing I needed to stay calm for Chinga,MIT the tears did not stop. It was almost worse knowing he would be gone soon.
We had the option to move him to the vet clinic, or put him down there. I decided where he were was mot suitable. We honestly didn't know if he's back legs would handle the float ride, or if he would have another seizure. He didn't deserve it. Where he we he would be more comfortable. I remember the vet asking me if I was ready, every part of me wanted to say no and hold onto him for one more minute. But it wasn't fair to prolong his suffering. He went stubbornly, in true Chinga form. Having to be given two lots of sedation before he laid down. True Chinga form.
She gave him his injection, and I sat with him, holding his bandaged face, with my coach, mother and vet there as well. We all told him how wonderful of a horse he was and how sorry we were. I meant every word of it, when I first got him I never knew how much he would mean to me. I never knew that I would go through absolutely do much with such an accident prone horse, that I would have to fight for a horses health so much. I cannot thank my family enough for allowing me the chance to own such a beautiful horse. I've said it before, and I will say it again - he truly changed my life, for the best. All the times I've spent wig him, preparing for shows or riding in the rain instead of being with my friends was absolutely worth it.
I'm not going to lie, he wasn't the most easy horse to train and I wasn't the best trainer - but I feel I truly did bond with my little brown pony. He had such an amazing jump, others say it was difficult to ride, I think it rode like a dream. I guess riding it from the very beginning made me slightly bias. I don't think I will ever forget the feeling of his jump, his gallop, his overly furry ears that he would never let me clip, his awfully flat feed or overly large head. He wasn't the best horse conformation wise, but once you got to know his personality - you never forgot it.
I love you my little C-beast.