Mudpie is the most accident prone horse on the planet.
The first winter I had him (2010), while I was extremely ill with a bad case of whooping cough, Mudpie was fence fighting with another horse... There were panels leaned up against the pen (I was completely unaware of all this) that weren't tied to the fence. One of the panels went over on his pastern. We thought it was broken, but it, miraculously, was not. Then, during this time, I was still to sick to walk the 1,000 meters or so up to the paddock, and so my step father at the time was "caring" for him. Mudpie ended up getting a puncture wound in his hock, and because the pen was muddy and filthy and nobody bothered to clean it, it became infected. When I finally got better, Mudpie was able to come out of that just fine, but HOLY MOLY it sure was an ordeal!
Now after that there were some problems with lamenesses involving being barefoot and shoers, etc...
Then, winter 2011, I got home from school to find Mudpie standing near the upper gate alone (a herd of 13 ran on 200 acres) holding his right leg in the air. SO, this time we weren't sure what had happened (there was LOADS of stuff to get hurt on out there) but he had this swelling in his upper inner right leg that went out to his sheath, as well as swelling and heat in the left hind lower leg, topped off with various bleeding lacerations over both areas. Turns out he had fractured his left hind splint bone, but was standing on it because his right leg hurt worse. So after 6-7 months, he healed, and that was good.
Then we had a hoof bruise. Then at the end of summer he went mysteriously lame in his right hind. The vet blocked up to his hock, and we found that the lameness was above the hock. In order to avoid OD'ing him on the numbing drug, he didn't block any more, but Mudpie had 45 days off and got better.
And most recently, this January, so winter 2013, Mudpie tore his suspensory ligament. 4 months of strict stall rest before re-evaluation, then, if he's given the okay, very VERY slowly back to work. Also we pulled shoes after we found out about his injury and he went dead lame for something like 2 weeks.
That topped with my mother refusing to take him to the vet and making each injury a huge, traumatic ordeal...
I get it.
The hills were bathed in moonlight, the shadows not so stark;
Silver light reflected off his brown hide as he held me in the dark
– I love you, Mudpie!