When I was 14 I got my second horse, Ringo Star. He was my first warmblood and the love of my life. We had 3 precious years together, and within those years never a dull moment. Most of the time I had him, was time spent on the ground, rather than on his back. (This was due to me falling off and breaking my leg, and him being off due to Navicular changes.) This did wonders for our relationship. To the point that whenever I would arrive at the yard, he would see my car, and whinny for me. After the 3 short years my boy died of colic, after two consecutive colic surgeries. The vet had said that it was a 1 and a million chance that he could look like that on the inside. Ringo was my forever horse, I thought I would never find another connection like that again, until I met Indiana.
I was heart broken after the death of my horse, and proceeded to go on the hunt again for my next forever horse. After trying out many horses I had finally found him, by a complete fluke of course! He wasn't even advertized, and my mom persuaded me in to calling a number about some fillies (I was a gelding person at the time). We called and the guy told us about Indy, over the next couple of days we went to go look at him.
We arrived at the small yard, I get out the car, and I see my horse being led in from the paddock. I can't quite explain the automatic connection him and I had, but it was there. Because as I saw him I turned to my mom, and said "This is my next forever horse" . I normally wouldn't give a second look at a horse that hadn't been backed (broken in), but there was something about this boy that stole my heart.
Indy wasn't treated well by his previous owner. The previous owner and groom were scared of Indy, and abused him and hit him out of fear. He was unmanageable at first, this is a horse that would rear up, spin around, and try to double barrel you. He once climbed on top of a vet. The groom had to take a bucket of food for a 10 step walk to his paddock. He was deemed crazy, and the vet said he should be gelded right away. (surprise, surprise)
As soon as I got this horse I dedicated my life to him, and the rehabilitation process started. It took a long time for me to earn his trust and respect, but we soon became partners. I backed him myself, and he was just a superstar throughout the whole process. As time went on I could do pretty much anything with this horse, you would have never thought he was a stallion.
I wanted to give a little bit of my horsey history, before I get to the main point of this thread.
I have just moved back to America, I was previously living in South Africa, where I have left my horse behind. As you can imagine my heart is breaking all over again, the last thing I want to do is sell my horse. I have gotten in touch with the Warmblood Society in South Africa, but they have placed a ban on all exports. Even when the ban is lifted (this month) there is still no direct flight to America, they go via Europe. This is extremely costly and nearly impossible at this point.
The only thing I want is for my horse and I to be reunited. I don't know how to go about doing this, so I figured I would post this and see what other people have to say.
Any advice or insight on the subject would be very deeply appreciated.