I know I'm reviving an old thread, but I just didn't have the heart to post when it all happened.
My saga continues. On July 30th (not even one year after I bought him) I found out DJ had severe joint damage the previous owners had not disclosed. He had had it for a very long time because he had learned to move in a way that neither myself, nor my seasoned riding friends noticed there was a problem until it did become noticeable. He always moved a little awkward, but I just assumed it was due to his age and inexperience. Anyway, I took him to the vet and X-rays confirmed he had severe joint damage. The vet said he had to have been "leg broke lame" at one point to have such severe damage. The bottom line...there is nothing that can be done. He can only be ridden LIGHTLY.
Since I don't ride lightly, this was absolutely devastating news to me. I was so crushed and heartbroken, I even put Scooby up for sale too. I was ready to get out of horsemanship all together. Two weeks later, and with the encouragement of my friends, I came to my senses and realized my depression would worsen, not lighten if I sold out entirely. I simply can not live without horses! I took Scooby's ad down and began the search for my new equine companion.
I looked at many ads, but didn't get excited until I found this one particular ad. A buttermilk buckskin, nearly identical in appearance to my DJ who's barn name was...wait for it....DJ. A two year old who hadn't been started yet. A fresh start with a clean slate. After numerous emails and videos between the sellers and myself, my family and I hauled the trailer from KY to IA and brought back Biscuit (of course I couldn't keep his name DJ).
During the visit to the vet with my new little guy, the vet tech who was present when I got the diagnosis on DJ asked if I had sold him yet. I said no, there were a few calls, but no one had actually came to look at him yet. I was very detailed in the ad and made sure I was clear that he could only be ridden LIGHTLY do to the joint damage. She exchanged a glance with the vet and I made her tell me what that was about. She told me she had considered buying him for her son. I told her she wouldn't have to buy him, I'd GIVE HIM to her if she wanted him. I wanted him to go somewhere I knew he'd be taken care of and bonus I could still see him once in a while! She said she'd call when she got back from vacation. That evening, I got two other calls of people wanting to see him. I called the vet tech back and told her one had scheduled a time to come look and I'd let her know as soon as they made their decision. The lady came out and rode him and decided she didn't want him because he was "lame". Oh my! I called the vet tech and told her what happened and she burst out laughing and said "Did she think you were LYING!!". LOL She came and loaded DJ shortly after and he is healthy and happy at his new home. I've been to see him a couple times and even rode him once.
While I miss my little guy terribly, I am glad everything worked out for him and the hole in my heart is gradually filling with my love of my new boy, Biscuit. I'm finding it hard to let myself get too attached though, 'cause I'm always expecting something to go wrong. I've had him for almost 7 months now and his training is coming along nicely. He is the first one I've started myself (with some help from a local trainer to hold my hand and tell me WHAT to do and HOW to do it). I'm the only one who's ridden him. If my past experiences wouldn't have been what they are, I most likely would be head over heels about him right now. I'm keeping my heart guarded though and not "letting" myself fall too hard.
The journey continues.