Saha, the history of the Wild Mustang

Saha, the history of the Wild Mustang

2001 I adopted her and two other wild Mustangs from the wild horse farm in the Palomino Valley, just outside Reno, Nevada. I needed from July to October of this year to touch them with one finger and get them to eat leaves from my hands. I was in love.

In October 2001 she was injured by one or two other Mustangs. I didn't know that it was an injury. Instead, I thought she could have got colic because she was lying on the floor and rolling and didn't want to get up. Colic can kill a horse ... and it's not an easy death.

I called every veterinarian in the phone book and looked for someone who would come out and treat a wild Mustang. The answer was always "no". It went for two days until I came across a brave veterinarian who said she would come out to see what could be done.

When the vet arrived with us, Saha was on the side for two days. I was afraid we had to put them to sleep. It broke my heart, but I no longer wanted to make her suffer when she had already done it.

The vet made Saha turning around and then putting it on her legs. Then we found that she was hurt instead of having colic.

Saha was in recovery from October 2001 to April 2002 when she started to get up alone. Up to this point I had to roll her every day and then go for a walk in the desert to heal her injury and let her eat sage brush. According to the vet, sage has healing properties for wild horses.

We never found out whether the other horses have kicked their spine or pelvis. Either way, it doesn't matter because the end result is that Saha is unsuitable for riding or breeding. She remains my very big hairy pet.

In the 6 months in which Saha and I went together and worked on the fact that she was doing well, we became good friends. What hardness, trust and vulnerability mean, I learned from my beautiful, strong Saha.