This miracle story begins with a sweet, beautiful black mountain horse colt nicknamed, “Johnny” (show name SF Not Your Average Joe). Johnny is out of one of our flashiest show mares, SF Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, and a stallion from another farm. Johnny was his mother’s first baby, and though they understood kind of how they were supposed to know each other, they spent most of their time apart. Johnny was the adventurer that found any gap in a fence and escaped from the lot where his mother was, and would venture off to find friends elsewhere. When we would ride his mother to exercise her, and attempt to bond with Johnny, we’d have to watch the arena gate, because as soon as we were on the far end of the arena, he would dash across the lot and escape the arena, running around the farm to find more friends while we had his mom busy!
Johnny was one of the “boys” on the farm, growing up with his pals Rocky and Buddy. Johnny spent most of his days basking in the shade of my mothers front yard trees in the morning, rough housing with his boy pals in the afternoon, and soaking up the last rays of sunshine as the days came to a conclusion. We handle our yearlings with obstacle course work and leading around the farm, getting them used to having interaction with people, kids, and having to work with things that might be new to them.
In the heat of the summer when he was one, I looked out the window of my house during lunch and noticed that Johnny was laying in the “sunning” position in his field. This is usually the time they gathered around the water trough or in the shed to relax, but Johnny was laying, sweating heavily in the sun.
I called mom and we met in the field. He seemed to be sweating a lot (which, isn’t truly unusual for his bloodline, but was when he was just supposed to be relaxing) and as I pulled at his skin to test his hydration, I noticed that his skin was slow to retract, and his gums were paler than usual. Most awkward of all, was that he let us do all of this, and didn’t once try to get up. As mom called into the vet, I immediately went to go get buckets of water from the tank, to start rinsing off his skin with lukewarm water to get some of the salt out of his pores and allow him to sweat a bit easier. We tried to lift his head, and he greedily tried to lap up water in a sideways, strained way. We knew things were not right, and we were trying to keep him comfortable until Doc could come. We moved all of his “boys” out of the field (they were batting their eyes all innocent from the shed anyway).
When the vet came, we checked for colic (he had not been rolling around any though), we checked for respiratory problems and didn’t see anything. We decided to try to get him up, and get him to the barn where we could isolate him, get him out of the sun, and see what we could find. And that’s when we found the problem. As soon as we got Johnny up on his front legs, his back legs seemed to flounder and fail, and down he went. We saw that the brain wasn’t able to communicate with his back legs! We tried to get him up again, and once the vet and I were able to brace his balance in his rear between us, we saw that he could hold weight in his legs, but couldn’t control how they were needing to respond to his needs.
After testing, exams, and xrays, we determined that Johnny had severed the nerve connection in his spine, just around the loin area (the area immediately behind where a saddle would rest). Mom and I had noticed that he and one of the boys had been playing particularly rough throughout that week, where they would rear up and prop their legs over the top of another horse (they had all been gelded as babies, so “stud” play without the aggression of knowing what that kind of play was all about). Our ending theory was that one of his buddy’s (who shall remain nameless/blameless since there wasn’t intent to hurt) had probably reared up, and their hoof had struck directly onto that area of the spine with the horses weight following the blow.
The walk to the barn was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done “to” a horse. With mom at the lead with halter and rope, she encouraged him to move (she’s his favorite human still to this day) the vet and I wedged Johnnys’ rear end between the two of us and teetered back and forth, manipulating his back end ourselves to help him walk to the barn. The vet said he didn’t know the hopeful outcome. Johnny was large, muscled, and active, and both of his parents were natural born big movers in the ring. The injury affected all of the movement in his back end, and all we could do was use medicine and anti-inflammatory medicines, and give him time. He admitted to us (knowing we never accept it as the first option, but trying to give realistic expectations) that if we didn’t see any progress in two weeks, our option may be limited to putting him down.
We had faced this situation with one other horse in the past, a tender little filly that got into the wrong field with a big filly of the same age. The bigger filly had reared up and landed on the fillys’ back end, but her xrays had shown that there were actual fractures all across her hips. We did try to isolate her and give her some time, but once we saw that the injury was too much for her body to overcome, we did have to make the choice with her. So we were not going blindly into a recovery with Johnny. We were going into this one day at a time.
And we did. For six months, Johnny would nicker for food, brace against stall walls, and gradually learn to struggle up from a resting position on his own. He showed interest, heart, and very slow progress. He didn’t show a lot of pain, and rarely got down in spirit, so we continued the medical work, with the knowledge that if we slid back in progress, he might not make it.
Six months to the day after his injury, we took him out of the stall, down to the arena, and started working on the ground with obstacles again.
We delayed his under saddle training for six months later than we started any of his friends. We gave him time, spent many days walking with him under the shade of the trees, and when he gave us signs that he was bored or ready to move on, we took the next step.
We tried to take things slow with him, but God just didn’t put a lot of “little effort” in this guy. After just a few weeks under saddle, we allowed him to travel to our local 4-H horse clinic event, and he saw this trip off the farm as the time to shine, and without any effort, showed us what our time, patience, and faith had presented.
Barely having shoes on for any length of time, with a light weight rider, and easy going bit, Johnny presented himself with flash and spirit, and we knew, he would pull through and we had been right in following our hearts in his path. By fall of his three year old year, Avery, my five year old niece was showing him and working him on the farm, all on her own.
He wasn’t interested in trail riding, and worked hard on obstacles and sidepassing, but was a bit too flashy to train in that as a show horse full time. So, we just continued on the path we had been, allowing him to let us know when he was ready for more, and what he enjoyed. And this boy…he went through all that recuperation time to SHOW.
It’s all we can do to keep him turned out in the winter, to “enjoy” off season barefoot and wooly, out with his friend Playboy. You can tell, as soon as the season changes to start warming, that he’s anxious to travel, show, and explore. As a four year old, he was flawless in the ring with my niece, and they loved the thrill of the wind whipping through their hair, and occasionally, got extra enjoyment out of a victory lap or two 😉
As a five year old, this past season he was magic and beauty in the ring, being exactly what we ever hoped and prayed for…a healed, sound moving, life loving horse that takes care of our little gal in the ring, out of the ring, and seems to truly have the light in his eyes showing us that he’ll keep on trying for us, just like we had faith and kept trying in him. With or without shoes on, show coat or wooly mammoth of a winter coat, riding in a field or in a smooth, worked arena…he’s our Johnny. He’s one of the miracles that happened on our farm, and helped us see that we are right where we’re needed.