I pulled into the driveway, and unloaded Tadg. Just like we had done hundreds of times before. Tadg and I were partners. He was my buddy, I brought him home at four months old and stood next to him in the trailer the whole way home. That was the first time he ever heard me sing "I Ride an Old Paint." We've been together for 10 years now and had developed a strong bond of trust through various activities like Natural Horsemanship training, Dressage classes, and trail riding. But things are different now, and our relationship needs to move to the next level if it is going to succeed.
I put him his stall and contemplated our future. The next few days would be critical. I had to be concerned about colic, infection, and further injury. Hopefully, familiar surroundings, smells, sounds, and views would all help with his rehabilitation. That first night, I checked on him regularly, but he wasn't eating. Colic was a growing concern at this point.
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