On Struggle and Perseverance

On Struggle and Perseverance

I knew when I bought Duncan that it would be a challenge for a multitude of reasons. I also knew that if I didn’t buy Duncan, I was seconds away from packing it in and calling this whole venture of coming back to riding a failed experiment. Two-ish months in and I can say that I was right, it has been a challenge, but there have been rewarding moments along the way too.

All things considered, Duncan is actually a pretty cool guy. He’s a forward ride and likes to work. While he is a worrier, hes not an overreactor and generally comes around to things pretty quickly. He’s a horse that really wants to do a good job though building his (and mine) confidence has been a slow process.

The first few weeks were rough. His already worried personality coupled with a change in environment/routine and coming from a place where he was stalled the majority of the time made it difficult for us to even have a conversation. His frantic energy kept his brain on lock down, sending his fight or flight response into overdrive. The first time I had him in the round pen I had a feeling deep in the pit of my stomach that if I made the wrong move he would attempt to go over the wall. Shortly after while lunging him in the arena I absentmindedly took a step towards him to send him out on a bigger circle and he exploded, charging halfway across the arena and lifting both my feet off the ground in the process. Under saddle he was stiff and unyielding, unwilling to drop his guard (or his head).

We’ve gone at his pace, spent a lot of time with me on the ground establishing and reinforcing boundaries and the idea that while I am unequivocally the leader in this relationship, I am a fair and benevolent one who means him no harm. He’s made a lot of progress all things considered, our work having been inconsistent due to the weather of this time of year. We’ve worked to address any bodily pain, gotten him up to date on vaccinations and teeth and farrier work. Regular turnout with a calm buddy has helped him immensely as well as our groundwork and we’re starting to develop trust and a language. We hit a milestone last week when he wandered off while I was setting a jump and got his foot through the reins (completely my fault) and while he initially panicked, he almost immediately calmed down and stood still for me to untangle him. A month ago I don’t know that he would have trusted me to do so.

In a weird way, his issues have been exactly what I needed to experience to be reminded that I do actually know more than I give myself credit for. I lost a lot of confidence not only in my riding but also in myself through everything that happened with Quinn, and so it’s been good to see results and be able to affirm that I’m doing the right things. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that there’s a been a lot of frustration and sadness too though.

I could not have picked a horse that was more of a polar opposite from Q. Quinn never worried and never said no even when he wasn’t sure. I never had to give much thought to introducing him to something new and riding him, even though he was even greener than Duncan is, was never a struggle (until, of course his injury happened). He and I have one of those rare relationships where we just immediately spoke the same language and his easy confidence only emboldened me. Coming from a horse like that to a horse like Duncan who takes every ounce of my brain power and body strength to ride feels immensely like struggle. Throw in the fact that I still have dips in confidence in my own ability and there are some days where I wonder what the hell I was thinking. I watch green horses canter lines of cross rails like its nothing on their first rides off the track and am green with envy. I miss things feeling easy. Though I’m riding another horse now, I’m still deeply grieving the career that Quinn will never have.

This isn’t to say that I don’t like Duncan or have any regrets about buying him. I’m grateful for the things he’s teaching me and know that I will be the better for having him. Change is just hard. Growth is hard. Moving on from the loss of something you so desperately wanted to work is the most hard. Sometimes though the only way out is through, so Duncan and I will keep plugging along and I know things will become easier in time.

2019 Expenses Year in Review

One of my favorite accounts on Instagram does a horse related expense breakdown at the end of every year. I always find it really interesting to see what people spend their money on so I thought I would do one of my own! I’ve tried to be as detailed as possible without being boring so you’ll find I’ve been more detailed about some things than others.

Lets get to it!

Starting with the basics:

  • Board – $6,600
    • Q was on full care board at $600/month from Jan-Sept, then moved to field board for the final three months at $300/month.
    • Duncan is on full care at $600/month but only December is accounted for since thats when I purchased him
    • I occasionally work off some board so those discounts have been reflected where remembered
  • Supplements – $665.35
    • Q was on SmartPaks of Farriers Formula Double Strength and Omega Horseshine for the first half of the year but mice kept eating the Omega Horseshine out of the packs (apparently they love it because they didn’t touch anything else in the feed room)
    • We switched in June to Platinum Performance Equine and Platinum Performance Platinum Balance in addition to the Farriers Formula Double Strength. I was really impressed with both Platinum Performance products.
  • Farrier – $705
    • Q was in 2 basic steel shoes in front from Jan-June and then we did four rounds (every 4 weeks) of pour in pads. He had his shoes pulled at the end of September and is now barefoot
    • This includes one set of front shoes for Duncan and one set of front shoes for a horse I took on trial
    • This figure was surprising to me as I thought it would be higher but I remembered I did get a couple of free services from my farrier because we had several issues with the pour in pads
  • Vet – $5,915.58
    • Routine vacs and teeth floating for Q
    • 2 trips to Rood and Riddle for Q
      • 1 Bone Scan plus 2 night stay
      • 2 lameness workups including blocks from hoof to hip in hind legs
      • SI injections
      • Multiple xrays/ultrasounds of feet/suspensory ligaments/hocks/back
    • Antihist supplement for the Spring
    • 60 days of Equioxx
    • 1 sinus/tear duct flushing and eye meds for Q
    • Pre-purchase exam for horse I ended up passing on
    • Routine vacs/coggins for Duncan
  • Chiro/Accupuncture – $749
    • This was the one thing I did that actually showed improvement in Q. While it wasn’t enough to fix him I’m a huge believer in the practice.
    • Includes 2-3 months of Chinese herbal supplements

Basics Total: $14,634.93

And now the fun stuff – what did I buy in 2019?

  • Tack/Misc. Items – $1364.71
    • Roma Deluxe Groom Tote
      • I have a love-hate relationship with this. Its way bigger than I thought so it fits a lot but I find it hard to keep organized
    • Hay net
    • Fly mask
    • Shedding blade
    • Full set of Magyk Equipe Sport Boots
      • I bought these for Q in anticipation of him coming back into work and haven’t gotten a lot of use out of them yet but they seem really well made and durable
    • Bath/grooming sponges
      • These are my favorite but I also have gotten a lot of use out of this and this
    • Vetrolin Shampoo
    • Sweat scraper x2
    • Haas Amazone, Military, and Fellglanzburst brushes
      • Of the three, I find I reach for the Military the most as a great all purpose body brush. I am thoroughly obsessed with Haas brushes, the quality is excellent and they have a huge range for even the thinnest skinned and pickiest horses
    • Liniment
    • Equiderma lotion
      • I think I first got turned onto this on the COTH forums but its a staple in my grooming kit for any skin fungus/rain rot/ crud
    • Rubber French link full cheek bit
    • Professionals Choice Bell Boots
      • Duncan has gotten a lot of wear out of these and I quite like them. They don’t move and are easy to spray off after riding. I do find the sizing to be a little odd as they fit okay but the velcro closure almost seems too small
    • Magic Utility Scissors
      • These are my favorite scissors and this is my second pair. I use them for everything from bandage trimming to cleaning up mane pulling
    • Lead rope
    • Shaped pad
      • Theres a monthly hunter/jumper schooling series we take students too frequently and it will probably be one of Duncans first outings. Going to look super cute under my monoflap 😛
    • Amigo Bravo 12 Turnout Sheet
      • Qs backup sheet got donated to Duncan so I bought one more as I like to have an extra in case they put holes in the one they’re wearing (which Q promptly did)
    • 2 Rambo wug midweight turnout blankets (used)
      • One for Duncan and a backup
    • PS of Sweden five point (used)
      • I had a black one and sold it when I sold my black jump saddle and have been looking for a brown one forever since they’re discontinued and one finally popped up on Facebook
    • Devoucoux breastplate (used)
      • Another FB group find. I’ve wanted one of these since seeing it on Justine Duttons ponies and I have to say that I’m not super impressed with the quality of the leather. Its still a nice piece of tack but I expected more from the brand
  • Clothing – $210.14
    • Aubrion Hayden tights
      • Super comfortable for summer with the mesh insert on the outside of the leg, feel a lot like yoga pants. Some people might be put off by the fact that the mesh goes all the way up to the waistband but with a longer shirt its a non-issue
    • Dublin Airflow Performance tights
      • Another summer favorite. Fabric is a bit thicker/more compressiony than the Aubrions. The silicone on the full seat did start to peel quite a bit after a few washes
    • B Vertigo Jenny tights
      • These are my absolute favorite tights ever. They’re a good weight, the fullseat is just right, and they usually come out with a fun color or two every season. They could only get better if they added a phone pocket!

Shopping Total: $1,574.85

Grand Total: $16,209.78

I know a lot of people prefer to keep finances private and I totally respect that, but personally I think being transparent about spending can be interesting and helpful to others. Being an equestrian and owning horses is expensive no matter how you’re participating and seeing real breakdowns of cost is incredibly useful to understand how to budget and prepare for situations that invariably arise.

Overall I feel like I did pretty well with sticking to only buying things I needed (with a few exceptions). There were a few places where I expected to have spent more money than I actually did which is always a good surprise! Hopefully next year we’ll see less money in the Vet column and more in the Show Entries/Fun Stuff column!

Along Came Another

Along Came Another

I started looking at horses well before we knew for sure that Quinn wasn’t going to recover. Does anyone ever really stop looking at horses? I don’t think so. I knew that what I was going to need after this ordeal was a tall order.

  • Sound – like really, really, will-still-jog-sound-if-shot-in-the-leg sound
  • Gelding – due to our turnout situation but also I’ve just never been a mare person
  • Quiet and easy – coming from riding a horse that was unpredictable under saddle left some scars on my confidence
  • Preferably already going a bit – I’ve spent nearly two years not being able to ride and it would be cool to just get on and go
  • Low four figures – vet bills, so many vet bills

Add in that I have a preference for big bodied, ridiculously good looking, and a 10 personality and we have gone from improbable to teetering on the edge of impossible.

Oh, and I didn’t want to have to travel further than 2 hours away to see it.

I see people make ISO (in search of) posts along these lines all the time and frequently have a little internal laugh about the naivety of expecting to find such a veritable unicorn. Suddenly, I was one of them. Several people I know wrote me off as having lost my mind. I also questioned if I had lost my mind. But I also believe that everything that you want is out there somewhere and that if you’re willing to go through the process of looking for it and refuse to settle for anything less, you will eventually find it*.

*No guarantees on a time frame, your mileage may vary.

I talked to a lot of people about a lot of horses who for some reason or another weren’t quite right for me. We looked at several more, even took a few on trial. I found one who I was sure was it but then he had some questionable findings on the pre-purchase and I had to let him go (I still stalk him on Facebook and am still a little heartbroken it didn’t work out). My trainer found another shortly after she was convinced was perfect and on paper he was but something in my gut just said “No, keep waiting, this isn’t it” much to her chagrin (but he wound up being perfect for someone else in our barn so not all was lost).

I had pretty much given up on the whole thing when I received a text from my trainer telling me to look up the horse Parade Float. I perused his Equibase – 11 starts, didn’t race until he was 3, didn’t break his maiden until he was 4, aside from the one race he won never posted a speed figure above mid-50s. Off for 2 years after 4 year old campaign (can you call it a campaign if you only win one race?) and then raced back one time in October 2018. Seemed questionable that they would race back a 6 year old who had never been very promising after a 2 year layoff but I try not judge without knowing all of the facts.

Pedigree was decent – admittedly I’m probably more obsessed than I should be with OTTB pedigrees. Sired by Parading, a turf specialist son of Pulpit (A.P Indy) who had kind of an abnormal career in that he didn’t really get good until his 5 year old year. Pulpit offspring are generally well like for sport as they’re usually pretty balanced conformationally if not uphill, with good strong shoulders and good temperaments. Parading’s damside includes My Flag, Personal Ensign and Private Account (Damascus) which immediately caught my eye as its a line known for producing sturdy, sound horses. I also liked that this horse was out of a Grand Slam (Gone West) mare as horses from that line are generally big/thick bodied with good brains.

I agreed to go have a look even though I had reservations about a horse that was coming 8 and hadn’t really done a whole lot.

The person who had him had received him and another horse as fosters at the beginning of the year. They were skinny and had long shaggy coats that hadn’t begun to shed out even though Spring was coming on. She got them cleaned up and fattened up and started on some basic skills. This woman has a reputation in the area of finding really nice OTTBs and so the other horse found a home pretty quickly but Parade Float had been taken on trial twice and returned, most recently because he kept jumping out of the persons pasture. Nearly every big name trainer between Louisville and Lexington that had come to have a look at him and passed.

Parade Float on arrival in early 2019

I listened as we stood outside her barn and she explained, almost apologetically, that he just wasn’t very fancy. I was pretty sure when we walked into the barn we were going to be looking at a train wreck of a horse who must have some sort of defect if so many people had passed on him – we hadn’t actually even seen a picture of this horse before coming out. I braced myself to smile and say no thank you. Instead, a perfectly normal chestnut head peered over the stall door at us. We noted immediately his kind eye as he reached out inquisitively to us but as we stood talking I noticed that there was something else to the way he was watching us, almost like he was sizing us up.

As she took him out and led him to a small paddock so we could see him move we noted he was a bit pushy to lead and when she set him free I was surprised to see that while he wasn’t what one would call fancy, his gaits were balanced and he moved freely. I didn’t like that as we stood talking he would periodically charge up behind the woman as she stood at the gate but we also learned that he was being stalled most of the day and night so I reasoned that maybe it was just pent up energy. It didn’t seem malicious and despite not being very fancy there was something about him that just screamed “look at me”. For reasons I didn’t totally understand I agreed to take him on trial.

The first day all I could muster was “I don’t hate him”. He was pushy to handle and seemed to be on a hair trigger to nope right out of the round pen if he felt threatened. But as we went along he also seemed to want to do the right thing and seemed teachable. We learned that someone along the way taught him that lunging was simply trotting immediately upon getting sent out on the circle and refusing to stop until he was reeled in so tight trotting was nearly impossible. Under saddle though, he was willing enough and sort of moved off leg queues. He went over poles and cross rails with no hesitance. He definitely needed work but the pieces were all there. His ground manners improved after a few days of turnout and some short lessons about expectations.

My trainer has been trying to plant the idea that the next horse after Q doesn’t have to be a forever horse. Initially I was against this idea but have started to warm to it over the last few months knowing that I was coming up on some free time s my full time job transitions into something else. Weighing the fact that the price was right and most of the other pieces were in place or would come easily enough I agreed to take him.

I don’t know that Duncan (Parade Float just doesn’t quite work as a barn name) will be my forever horse. I really didn’t want to like him but something about him just called out to me. It’s nice to feel excited about riding and going to the barn again. I’m looking forward to seeing where we end up.

Epilogue

Epilogue

Today marks two years since I drove myself down to Lexington and made the biggest purchase of my adult life. Though we wound up no where near where I thought we’d be headed, buying Quinn was really the catalyst for so many important changes in my life. As heartbroken as I am that we’ll never meet the milestones I see so many of my peers accomplishing with their young horses, I have so much gratitude for this little bay gelding.

Prior to buying Quinn it had been around 8 years since I owned a horse. At 20 years old, I had struggled to work and go to school and pay for a horse on my own that time and circumstance rarely allowed me to see. When I finally gave my horse up I couldn’t foresee a future where horses would feasibly be a part of my life again. I thought the door had closed on being an equestrian forever, that that part of my identity would be boiled down into a bullet point of my personal history to be offered up as a fun fact during an icebreaker game.

Spike and I, circa 2006 or so

Hi my name is Casey and I used to ride horses.

I soon found out that treating a part of myself that I had once held in such reverence as flippantly as the fact that my hair used to be blond was too painful, so I just stopped talking about it all together. I buried it so deep that people in my current life were a bit bewildered to find out that I had taken a Friday off from work to drive to Lexington and purchase a Thoroughbred. I had kept it largely to myself for nearly the year prior that I had returned to taking lessons. I didn’t want to explain the history or deal with the fallout if I had to give it up again. Like they had been in my childhood, horses were the one thing in my life that existed just for me.

Believe it or not, in spite of everything that’s happened since, buying Quinn marked the beginning of the end of a pretty dark phase of my life. On the surface everything was great. I was steadily finding success in my career, my husband and I had purchased our first house, we were going on great trips, and spending lots of quality time with our family and friends. I could have ticked nearly every box off a list of what people need in order to be happy but on the inside I was empty.

Depression has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. I’m fortunate that for the most part it comes and goes quietly, allowing me to acknowledge its presence while still being able to function semi-normally in my daily life. During 2016-17 however, it swallowed me whole. I could see all of the good things in my life – things that I had worked hard for, things that I hadn’t always believed would even be possible, but it all felt meaningless. People would applaud my achievements and I would smile and thank them but on the inside I couldn’t make myself care about any of it even though I knew on some level that I should be proud. At first I thought it would subside but slowly I started sinking further and further until my husband started coming home from work to find me sitting in the living room in the dark, sometimes mindlessly scrolling on my phone and sometimes just staring into the void. I stopped cleaning the house. I stopped working out with my friends after work and started skipping family functions, attending the few that I did under much duress. I gave all of my work projects away. A coworker asked me privately if I was planning on quitting.

Yes, I thought to myself, but not in the way that you mean.

I had a moment of clarity shortly after this and realized how dire the situation had become. I got myself into therapy. It wasn’t easy, looking at the hard and scary parts of yourself never is, but after some time I started to function again. Through therapy I realized that while I had achieved so much and had so many things to be happy about and thankful for, there wasn’t a single thing in my life that I could point to that I was doing just for me.

As luck would have it, around this time my very first riding instructor reached out to let me know she had moved to a new facility and invited me to come check it out. I had received this invitation several times over the years and always declined, the idea of even visiting a barn still too painful to consider knowing that being an equestrian was a thing of my past. This time, with much encouraging from my therapist and my husband, I said yes and now the rest is history. It didn’t take long for me to be all in on horses again, I started looking for one within a few months of starting to take lessons again.

Owning Quinn has been one of the hardest and most challenging things I’ve ever done. I’ve spent 3/4s of the time I’ve owned him either trying to get him diagnosed or trying to rehab him from injury. There have been a lot of moments along the way that I thought would break me. I have questioned more than a handful of times why I even did this, why would I go back to horses when I KNEW that for every ounce of joy they bring an equal or greater amount of pain? Why did I fall in love with a horse that would mangle itself within 3 months of me owning it and then take over a year to find someone who could even figure out what was wrong with him? What was the point of all of this? The irony of having something I did to try and save myself go so horrifically wrong has not been lost on me. I have shook my fist at the universe and asked “Are you fucking kidding me?!” with alarming frequency.

Standing on the other side of it all now, though it’s taken some time to get here, I can see that Quinn actually did save me just not in the way that I thought he would. All of the pain and frustration and adversity was necessary to clear away the parts of myself that had kept me small. I had to go through it all to learn to believe in myself in the face of insurmountable challenge, to learn to filter out all of the noise and trust myself. I had to go through it to learn that fear didn’t have to paralyze me, that I’m so much smarter and braver and more capable than I ever thought I was. Quinn was a door I had to walk through in order to find myself again underneath all of the masks I wore for the rest of the world and the mountains of lies I told myself about myself.

He also just radiates joy. He’s one of those horses that to just be in his presence is to be happy. I used to love to sit and watch visitors in the barn because without fail they would be drawn to him. On my worst days, days that I don’t even want to go to the barn, I can hang out with him for a while and whatever I’m feeling will just dissipate. Though it didn’t happen at all like I planned, he’s made me better in every single way. A better horseman, a better person, a better me. I’ve gotten some raised eyebrows over the lengths that I went to in order to try and fix him and over the fact that I intend to keep him even though he’s only capable of being a pasture pet but those people don’t know what this horse has given me. He owes me nothing. He saved my life.

When the Wheels Finally Fall Off

When the Wheels Finally Fall Off

After Quinn’s SI injection we were instructed to give him five days off and then start tack walking for a week. If that went okay, slowly add trot the following week and then if that went okay, try to canter the third week. Given that the last time this horse was under saddle was May 2018 and culminated in me cartwheeling off his back during one of his explosions and tearing a bunch of ligaments in my ankle, we were apprehensive about this. Don’t get me wrong, Quinn is not a naughty horse and there’s not a malicious bone in his body but the pain he had been living with made him unpredictable under saddle and I had suffered the consequences of that unpredictablity more than once.

The first day was pretty uneventful. My barn manager volunteered to be the test pilot, so I led her around on Quinn for about 15 minutes. For his part, Quinn seemed a little nervous at first but by the end had settled in. No drama.

Day two did not go like that. By the time I got to the barn after work, clouds were starting to roll in so we tacked up in a hurry to try and get done before the rain started. We set off to the arena to mount and after walking the approximately 5-10 steps from the cross ties to the barn door I suddenly felt Quinn jerk upwards and my barn manager go “uh oh”. The next 30 seconds unfolded in slow motion. Without looking back, I stepped sideways in case Q was on his hind legs and then pivoted to face him. He was not on his hindlegs but instead leaping straight up in the air, all four legs off the ground. It was like his legs were made of pogo sticks. He would come down and go straight back up, in place. My brain couldn’t process what it was seeing, I just kept thinking “how is he dong that?” as I shifted from one side of him to the other trying to calm him down. He finally bolted forward and I had to let him go.

There’s a variety of feelings one feels as they watch their horse gallop away from them. Fear. Anger. Frustration. Worry. Confusion. I can only say that these feelings are multiplied exponentially when you’ve very recently invested a large sum of money into veterinary work on said horse. We trailed behind as Q took a hot lap around the pastures, pausing briefly to say hello to his turnout buddy before blasting off again and taking off down the hill towards the other barns. We finally caught up to him when he stopped on the other side of the property where the trailers are parked. He managed not to break the reins that had come over his head and had briefly gotten caught around one foot before he freed himself.

There’s a valley on the road back up to Quinn’s barn where you’re briefly not visible from the barn and arena up the hill. I stopped there while leading Quinn back and cried. The adrenaline and all of my hopes and dreams of him getting better came crashing down. I felt the full impact of my fear for the first time. Fear that he wouldn’t recover. Fear that I had made a huge mistake. Fear that I was inadequate to help him. Fear of Quinn himself.

Quinn pressed his nose into my arm, ears twitching forward and back, wondering what we were doing. Mr. Hyde had dissipated, leaving just my sweet, mild mannered gelding. I dried my face on my shirt and continued up the hill.

We later determined that what must have happened was that in our haste to tack up, the girth must have pinched him when walked off from the crossties. Regardless, he was lamer the following day than he had been when we took him to Rood and Riddle. I called and explained what had happened to the vet and was told to give him Bute for 3 days and then start again. If he didn’t improve we would have to bring him back.

The Bute made him sound but after tapering off he was the same as he’d been before the injection. I called the vet again. Equioxx, he said. We could do a 60 day course to get him through the beginning of the rehab and then reevaluate. Equioxx made no change.

At this point we were a month out from the injection. I called the vet again to update and see if he had any other ideas. This time he called me back directly instead of communicating through his assistant. I knew when I heard his voice on the other end of the phone that we had reached the end. We ran through the events of the last month and all of the diagnostics and treatments we had already done.

“You’ve done everything.” he said “We could maybe try to repeat some things, but you’ve done everything already. It would be wiser for you to invest your money in a different horse.” He apologized that there wasn’t anything else to do and I thanked him and hung up the phone.

In a way, hearing that I had done everything was a relief. I had given him the very best shot. I had done all of things available to me to help him. Left no stone unturned. But hearing this also meant I had reached the end of the road. I had known in the back of my mind that if we reached this point without success it would mean I would have to euthanize. I could not realistically financially support an unsound horse and a second one to ride. I would not allow him to become someone else’s problem.

It was just before the start of Labor Day weekend when I had this phone call. I decided I would wait until after the holiday to call my vet to make arrangements. I emailed the Secretariat Center, where I had adopted Q, to update them and inform them of my decision. I let my barn manager know what I had decided.

Through the weekend I vacillated from being completely calm to totally hysterical at the idea of putting Quinn down. In my head, it was the right thing to do. Though I could reason that he was pasture sound, he was mildly uncomfortable at best, potentially in greater pain than we thought at worst. He was not rideable and likely never would be. I had already spent an exorbitant amount of money trying to get him sound in addition to not being able to ride consistently for nearly two years.

My heart on the other hand screamed that yes, he might be uncomfortable but he was still bright and lively, playing with his pasture mate and mugging for treats from passers by when in his stall. He still met me at the gate every time and had dutifully tried his best throughout the rehab trials over the last several months, never becoming sour or sullen.

By the time Tuesday came I knew I couldn’t do it.

Thankfully, the farm where we board had just opened an adjacent property (literally across the street) for retirees/layups. Kismet. My husband and I agreed that as long as he remained seeming comfortable enough that we would stash him there until hopefully someday we’re able to buy our own little farm where he can come home.

So far, it seems like the best thing we’ve done for him yet. He’s out 24/7 (except for really bad weather) in a big pasture with two other OTTBs, one of whom is actually his very first pasture mate from when I brought him home. They all came down to the fence for a visit when I stopped by over the weekend and Quinn immediately dropped his head into my chest and I knew I’d made the right choice. I’m heartbroken that his career has ended but I can’t imagine not having him in my life.