Originally Posted by americancowgurl31391
aww. Im so happy for you!! And magic!! He's beautiful and I hope everything works out!! Well when I was 11, my dad bought me a horse and I moved down to california with my mom, but my horse was still in utah with my dad. My dad and some of his buddies went on a trail ride and they asked me if they could take my horse. Thinking nothing of it, I said "of course". So I get a phone call later saying that my horse had been severely hurt. He suppposably stepped on a really sharp rock and that it shoved up into his hoof to where he couldn't even walk. I was so upset but I figured" oh everything will be alright. He'll pull out." I stayed up all night every night for about a week. My dad called me at the end of the week saying that the vet had to put him down. This ended my world. There went my first horse, my baby. Come to find out, they never took him to the vet and supposably they just shot him. This is the way the cowboys do it I guess. Then to make it humorous, they came over to my house and put cans of dog food in my cupboard and labeled it with my horses name, Kiane and said that my dog was eating him. Sry I just vented, but it just breaks my heart.