Next in our Not a Wasted Horse Project
Tracey and Dollar
I first met Dollar in October 2014 when he came to my friends yard as a long term loan. His owner knew my friend, and asked for help as she’d recently split from the father of her child, and was no longer riding. Dollar was on a livery yard where all and sundry were riding him, to keep him exercised. There was no routine, and he was bolshy, head shy, scared of men and most other things.. his owner had got him from a dealer, dollar had been kept in a storage container, duvet for a rug and had been bought and returned twice as sold to inexperienced riders who couldn’t manage him….so he came to Norfolk and my life changed..
I’d been away from riding for 35 years and had recently started again, helping my friend exercise her five horses, and it was riding one of these that I came off and broke five ribs! So it was absolute madness that I agreed to ride Dollar, who wouldn’t stand still at a mounting block, and would carry his head like a giraffe so that you couldn’t tack him up….
Six months on and I was riding him most days, his eyes had softened and I’d fallen in love with him…at that point his owner contacted us to say she wanted him back to sell him. I couldn’t bare the thought of what might become of him, and couldn’t imagine life without him. I’d recently split from my partner of 25 years and a little money from that, so at the ripe old age of 52 bought my first horse!
I didn’t realise at the time, but he was to be my saviour…
I’d moved out of my home, my parents were living opposite, and found a cottage to rent. Three weeks after I moved in I lost my 18 year old cat who was my baby, and three weeks after that my mum…
Whilst trying to deal with that, I also got the bad news that I’d got an inoperable brain tumour. I had so many dark days, and if it weren’t for Dollar, I wouldn’t still be here. I’ve had to give up my job as a CSI as I no longer can cope with that type of work and stress.. I’m still on antidepressants, but the best one is Dollar. I only need to go and smell him, to spend time with him to feel better. He’s an amazing boy, and always looks after me. We went to Hickstead two years ago, and he was so well behaved. I’m proud of him in every way, and he is my therapist, confidante and best friend… I couldn’t love him anymore if I tried. With time and patience he is no longer head shy, loves lots of attention and is the yard clown!