I could hardly read it, brought back some horrific memorys for me.
I very nearly lost Solomon when he galloped straight out of our fields, over a hedge and ditch and straight into a bog. Luckily we found him very quickly, but all that could be seen was his head sticking out of the bog. Was almost impossible to get out to him, but my lovely neighbour knew every tuft and turf of the bog and managed to lead me out to him, he was there from 12.30 lunch time until finally rescued at 5 o'clock tea time. And we were constantly stuffing bales of straw under his head to keep his mouth and nose above the water line.
Vet came with the fire brigade and wanted to put him down with a shot between the eyes!!! He was too wuzzy to attempt to get out to him so asked my neighbour to take the gun and do the job. Neighbour refused until we had exhausted all hopes of getting him out.
Anyway - after nearly drowning 2 of the fireman, my friend and myself, they eventually got ropes around him and dragged him out, by this time he was exhausted and vet said he wouldnt survive he was too far gone! (Please note this vet has never been near my horses since:devil
I insisted he try something as Solly lay on the grass gasping. He gave him a jab of adrenalin, Solly's nose twitched and he snuffled at a blade of grass (once a greedy cob, always a greedy cob) Then he leapt to his feet and walked back up to the house without so much as a backward glance!
The fireman said that as they where reaching under to get the ropes around him , that he seemed to have his back legs caught on a bit of old submerged bog oak, we think that is the only thing that saved him as in that area of the bog, places are as deep as a house.
Probably one of the worst days of my horse owning life. You see-saw between total despair, heartbreak and horror as you watch your horse struggle and struggle with no chance of freeing themselves.
