My horse almost killed himself!
My Arabian gelding, Paragon, is good horse except for one thing. After the first few miles of the trail, he is perfect. But those first few miles? YIKES!!! He has always had a spastic, panicky mind and he does not do well under pressure. And that almost killed him a few weeks ago.
My Dad, Grandpa, and I were heading out on a trail ride. It was a very nice day, but Paragon was very nervous and hyper like normal. He was quivering and would not stand still. Before we could start, we had to cross a metal grate bridge (the holes were very small, not near big enough for a horse's leg to go through, just so you know). It was a fairly large bridge and it was a good 15-20 ft. drop to the creek below. I decided to get off and lead Paragon across to be on the safe side. I probably wouldn't be here if I hadn't. We started across, and about half way over, Paragon lost it. He swung over, his back end went off the bridge, and he was gone. I was horrified and as Grandpa ran over and handed me the reins of his horse, I looked down at the creek. Paragon was laying on his side. He wasn't moving. I walked away with Grandpa's horse and started just walking him in circles. I was crying and I wouldn't believe my horse was probably dead.
I kept walking the horse for what seemed like an eternity, until Dad came up to me and said, "It's ok, he's up." I didn't really believe it until I saw Paragon standing on the creek bank with Grandpa, shivering and wet. I was so relieved and we quickly accessed his injuries. Superficial scratches on his hind legs. A few scratches on his muzzle. That was it.
We cancelled the ride and I spent the rest of the day with my horses and thanking God for saving Paragon and for giving me the wisdom not to ride him across that bridge.
Unless you have experienced something like that, you will never comprehend the sheer panic off that moment where everything stands still and all you see is the lead rope slipping out off your hand, your beloved horse half off the bridge trying to stay on with his front legs, and the look of sheer panic in his eyes. Then, you see nothing. Only the bridge, the sky, and the birds singing.
That picture is ingrained in my memory and I can still close my eyes and see it.
So many thing could have been worse, I could have wrapped the lead rope around my hands and been pulled over after him, but thankfully I had been taught never to do that. I could have been riding him, and since he landed on his back I would have been killed. If he had moved to either side by 6 inches when he fell, he would have gutted himself on the steel girders that were there.
Later, Dad told me that he had been sure that Paragon had broken his neck and that he would have to be put down. Instead, I am still riding him and he is going strong at 19 years old. Isn't God good?