Saha was a wild mustang....
In 2001 I adopted her and two other wild mustangs from the wild horse facility in Palomino Valley, just outside of Reno, Nevada. It took me from July until October of that year to be able to touch her with even one finger and get her to eat leaves out of my hands. I was in love
In October of 2001 she was injured by one or both of the other mustangs. I didn't know it was an injury. Instead, I thought she might have started to colic because she was laying on the ground rolling and would not get up. Colic can kill a horse... and it is not an easy death.
I called every vet in the phone book looking for one who would come out and treat a wild mustang. The answer was always "no." This went on for two days until I came across a brave vet who said she'd come out to see what could be done.
When the vet got to our place, Saha had been lying on her side for two days. I was afraid we would have to put her down. It broke my heart but I wasn't going to let her suffer any longer than she already had. The vet got Saha rolled over and then up onto her feet. That's when we found out she was injured instead of having colic.
Saha was in recovery from October 2001 until April 2002 when she began getting up on her own. Until that time I had to roll her every day and then walk her in the desert to rehabilitate her injury and let her eat sage brush. According to the vet, sage has healing properties for wild horses.
We never found out if it was her spine or her pelvis that was stepped on by the other horses. Either way it doesn't matter since the end result is that Saha is unsuitable for riding or breeding. She remains my very large hairy pet.
For those 6 months that Saha and I walked and worked together to make her well we became good friends. I learned what toughness, trust and vulnerability are about.
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