17/04/2021
It's been 2 months already since Chico was put to sleep at 13 years old. His story, is that of many horses where life wasn't completely fair. Produced to be a champion, but ended up where he is now.
Two things that really damage a horse are excessive jumping and being ridden with a contracted neck. He was given both. In his early days of life, he didn't have boundaries, which as he grew to 17.2hh made him somewhat dangerous to handle. I have heard stories of people who saw him at some events causing havoc in places where he wasn't supposed to be. Boundaries are important for giving a horse security and reducing their anxiety. Chico didn't bond that well to humans, even though he loved attention. He didn't give all of his trust to humans, he needed horses for that. Without other horses around he was worried, and that could make him reactive and even dangerous to handle. Once he tried to rush through a gate to not be left behind and ended up standing over the metal gate between his front and back legs. Suffice to say that caused a vet visit. Proper training in his early days would have helped him immensely.
Then his production into a sport horse came at a huge cost. Started and finished his career by 9 years old, he was jumped to the highest level. The heavy weight of him on those warmblood hooves would have been excessive. He had a "hard mouth" as people term it when the proper training is skipped in order to get a horse into production as soon as possible. From what I can tell, he was ridden in a contracted position with a bit severe enough to hurt his mouth in order to control him.
When I started training with him, I went back to basics. I got him in a halter and did leading training, hours and hours and hours of it. Every time I was with him I trained him to lead. He pulled, he tried to run me over (quite scary), and he was "hot" or more accurately the term would be stressed, just leading around a paddock! This was his level of disassociation from humans.
Eventually after about 6 months, he could lead quietly. Then we worked on riding, without a bit. It was a process of teaching him the most basic aids. Stop being the one that he didn't know at all.
He had a phobia about things near his mouth, definitely having a bit in his mouth caused him all manner of avoidance behaviours, but even putting a hand around his mouth made him anxious (applying sunscreen made him grind his teeth).
The more comfortable he became with humans, the gentler he became. It was hard to completely remove his herd dependence (only on one horse that he attached to) and as his body deteriorated more he was worse at the end. But over the years he did reduce his anxiety about being away from other horses, and there was no special training to do that - he was just more comfortable with the state of his life.
The signs of his body damage were visible from the beginning of our time together - I had just not been through the learning that I needed to do to recognise it. His neck would not bend very far to each side - I assume now that arthritis had set in. He had a left front forward stance almost constantly, and he was short stepping with the hind legs (I deduce now he had damaged tendons that had somewhat healed enough to disguise the injury). He also was disjointed at canter and rushed at any gait more than a walk. I found later that he had facet joint arthritis in the area just behind the saddle. His spine had altered into an S bend to try to compensate for all the damage. He had a hypertrophied muscle on the right shoulder as he used that leg to bear most of the weight.
Sadly, there was so much damage that it couldn't be repaired. If I had been informed there would have been more chance to help him, but then that would have reduced the money that the seller would get for him. His well being was the trade off in that transaction. I paid good money for a horse that needed extensive rehabilitation, but at least he came to me, someone who cared about his well being and put that first.
The thing I loved about him is that despite all that, his spirit was never broken. He endured and he was strong willed up to his last day. RIP Chico, the bravest of hearts.