Bryn's Maximum Ride 






It started with a locked stifle, then a dropped hip, then a torn ligament, and finally we found the lack of minerals in his bones. It was put him down now after he gets a day of him from multiple loving pony clubbers, or put him down when he breaks his leg out in the pasture and has to go through that pain. The day we put him down he got everything he wanted, food, a massage, and lots and lots of love. He was a very happy horse, and although it was the worst day of my life, I think it was the best of his.

When I was given Max we didn’t know how old he was, but now we’re thinking he was about 28 when he died, and he acted like an immature 2 year old. He loved to buck and toss his head around, really do anything that I asked him not to, but he did love to jump. My mom always joked I had a child just like me. We were jumping 3 ft and he was still going strong days before the locked stifle. He was the youngest old horse, and he was perfect to me, attitude and all. He was a thoroughbred, never raced although he had a need for speed, and he was 16.1hh.

I was given him after the horse I leased retired and I am so, so very happy because he gave me the best 3 years of my life. There is so much more to this story but I just don’t know how to say it, so I’ll leave it at that.














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