My Other Beasts

My love of four-legged beasts does not only apply to canines; I am also the proud owner of two beautiful Argentine polo ponies, Cata and Gloria. 

This is my beautiful girl Cata, short for Catalina. I've had her for around two and a half years. I took a trip to Argentina with my university and stayed at the La Tarde Polo Club near Mercedes. While there I absolutely fell in love with her, and only a few years ago shipping from Argentina to the UK was much, much less expensive than it is now. So I did the very frivolous and somewhat crazy thing of shipping a horse internationally. She arrived a bit skinny but otherwise healthy and happy. She has now gotten used to UK weather, though I still thinks she resents me anytime I ride her in the rain. 

And this is Gloria, my new pony. I've had her since July, and we're still getting to know each other. She's amazing to play, and used to play 18 goal polo. She's had to slow down for me though, I'm a down grade for her previous owner in terms of playing ability but I like to think I'm an upgrade in terms of care. Gloria was obviously very well looked after with her previous owner, but not loved like only a woman who is still a horse-crazy teen a heart can do. She is getting used to being given treats, and isn't head shy anymore; although she does seem to be a bit confused because she responds when I call "CATA!"

R.I.P Sylvie

Sylvie was a thoroughbred ex-racehorse, racing under the name of JustSilv, who came to my coach's farm as part of a bulk deal of horses; she was the cheap on added on to sweeten the deal. She was sharp and quick to turn, but there was a shortage of decent (not 25 years old) beginner to novice horses and she quickly became a beginner's pony. She became afraid of the ball, not something you want in a polo pony. My coach wanted to sell her for a low price so I jumped at the opportunity to buy a horse that I enjoyed playing and liked the look of. I spent the summer working on her fear of the ball and doing therapy for an old injury. We made a lot of progress and she was becoming a really nice playing pony who could turn on a dime; my coach was even regretting selling her. One day, after my end of term exams, I got a call saying that she had been kicked by another horse and broken her leg. She had been discovered, assessed by the vet, and put down all while I was in my exam. I still feel like I left this beautiful mare down, and that I could have prevented her tragic death. I will always wonder what would have become of Sylvie, my summer project, if she had lived to play another season.