This is sort of a personal post, totally unlike me. But it’s also a good chance to highlight some pictures of my favorite little filly, Khallie. She is on my mind right now because of an accident. It could have been worse (of course) but she got hurt and that’s bad enough.
We were just starting a ride. She did not want to step into a big puddle of water to get around a gate (she has “issues” with water, something I’m trying to gently fix). So I led her under a strand of barbed wire to avoid the puddle. This is something some lame-brained landowner put up, not even on his property. We had done this numerous times in the past, so I was not worried. Perhaps I was a bit complacent about it, but I allowed the wire to catch on the saddle horn.
Khallie chose that moment to jump forward, and the wire scared her. She took off, no way I could have held her. She ran away like the wind, dragging the barbed wire behind her. She thought she was being chased by the wire. I jogged after her and finally found her standing in the trees off the trail, breathing hard. She was very scared. I only noticed some minor cuts and abrasions, no limp, and so continued the ride (though I shortened it significantly). I wanted her to calm down before taking her back.
It wasn’t until the next day that her leg swelled up and pus began dripping from a hidden wound. The wire had apparently sliced cleanly into her flesh, a nice 4-inch long gash, about an inch deep. Not good, especially the pus, which means it’s infected. It might need stitches, but the place it is located would likely mean stitches would not hold.
So now she is being doctored, on antibiotics and confined to her stall. It should heal fine (she’s young) but it still makes my heart break for her. I know it was really my fault, so I feel quite guilty about it.
Khallie is my little girl, my favorite horse (I have two, her mother also). I was there when she popped out of her mom, and she quickly wormed her way into my heart. I love her spirit. That spirit you can see in the image below when she is barely a week old already longing to get out of the birthing stall. Her mom is sick right now with a flu bug and so now I don’t have any horse to ride.
It’s difficult also because Khallie was just learning to ride. I’ve only ridden her a half dozen times up to this point. So now I’m off to the barn to bring her more treats. Along with cleaning the wound, I feel my job is to baby her and soothe her bruised feelings. She’s a bit of a prima dona, but I know she has a tough streak in there too. So she should get through this with no lasting scars, at least emotional ones.