My Boy Ben. My Hero Ben

Gentle Giant

Our Story

My big boy, Ben the Friesian was brought to me from Holland as a 3 year old gelding in late 2000. He was HUGE. The biggest I'd ever seen, yet I wasn't scared of him. He had the softest eyes and expression I'd ever seen. As a 3 year old he was sound enough for my step-daughter who was 7 at the time, to ride and she was just learning. He was tremendous. When my niece came to visit she would ride him as well. She was very tiny, almost like thumbelina.

The years went by and Ben proved to be quite a prankster. He loved peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, turkey and cheese crackers and he mostly like BEER!!! Can't really say where he learned that trick ;-) He and I began our training in Dressage and he did fairly well. He was very large and baroque....not sporty. He really didn't have an interest in showing but was a good mount so I stopped his training and just rode casually with him. Any show he was in, however, he was in the ribbons.

I didn't have a home to keep him, so he was boarded along with my thoroughbred at a beautiful stable in WI. One night I got a call from the stable owner, she was frantic to tell me that one horse there was diagnosed with having "strangles" which is similar to mono or strep throat in humans except they abscess through their neck....yes, GROSS. I said "No worries, Monte's already been exposed and so has Ben." In Holland, they will purposely bring their foals to a stable that has strangles so they get it to build up the anti-bodies. There is no cure for strangles, it just has to run it's course....which is about 3 agonizing weeks. While there is a vaccine for it, there are so many strains of it, it's kind of like being inoculated for the cold.

Unfortunately, the call came in that Ben was ill and I needed to get out there quickly. Sure enough, although he had the disease as a yearling, he had it again and this time it was way worse than before. His temp was 106 degrees for 6 days straight....it should be 101. Then the abscessing of the neck started and I just won't even go into that whole gig with you here. Suffice it to say IT WAS BAD. He was the second sickest horse out there. The first one died of complications of abscesses in her stomach. Three weeks into it he got a skin fungus from the extreme fever. Fabulous, what next. Penicillin 10cc (the needle is about the size of a turkey baster), 2x per day for 10 days took care of it. That was a horrible time, and we got through it together. We also got through my divorce together a few years later.

I bought and moved out to a hobby farm with my fiance. Ben, again the little prankster was always getting into stuff he shouldn't be or messing up the barn when he was bored. But I loved the big lug. I sang to him and Monte regularly, well, because I sing Karaoke and that's how I practice....by singing while I do chores. One song in particular that is difficult to sing is "Foolish Games" By Jewel. But I mastered it and they were right there with me as I did.

I then got a Morgan named Jack who I used for trail riding (and I still do) for the summer of '08. On November 15, 2008, there was a trail ride about 45 minutes from here and I was to go early in the a.m. I stayed out too late the night before, so when my pal called on that morning, I indicated I wasn't going. She then said "that's okay, but I'm going anyway." I challenged myself to get up, and take BEN this time. He'd not been out on a ride for awhile. I thought he'd enjoy it. I ride English style, so, I got his dressage saddle and tack. Attached the leathers (the straps that hold the silver stirrups on an English saddle) but didn't "lock" them into place since that is difficult and, well, what could happen right?

My friend picked me up and off we went. The ride was going well, but the terrain was something I totally didn't expect....it was November, the leaves were wet, lots of hills and moss...makes for a very dangerous ride on any horse. He was so excited to be out and just prancing along, no one could keep up. He was calling out to everyone and so many people commented on his beauty. We got to this hill and everyone went up the hill. It was getting a little rowdy and he was getting antsy. I figured it was because of the loudness of the people. He started backing down the trail leading up to that hill. I knew if he turned around and bolted, that would be it. Once my pal showed up with her horse, he called down. That is the last I remember.

The next thing I remember is lying under a tree with my "Guardian Angel" (whom I'd never met before) standing over me asking me if I was okay. "Ya, sure, I just got dumped off my horse like every other week. No biggie....I just gotta go get him." She insisted that I lay still. I argued with her and then I realized she didn't want me to see what was going on with Ben. We apparently were going up a steep embankment, he lost his footing and fell. He rolled over me twice (I was told), I believe the crest of his neck took that shock. I was told I tried to stay with him but my leathers/stirrups flew off (remember I hadn't locked them that morning or I'd not be here now) taking me with them. I landed under a tree. I was told later that people believed they though I had busted my neck as well. But the one fleeting moment I do remember is covering my head and face with my arms thinking "it'll be over soon"....then I passed out. He was trying to roll away from me.

I got up and a "Texan" kind of guy came up to me and said "Kim it doesn't look good if you know what I mean." I said "ya know we all need to step back, let him catch his breath and calm down and you'll see us walk out of here." I got to Ben, they had taken all of his tack off so he could move freely. Ben pulled me into his chest and held me there. I hugged him and talked to him. Everyone left except my "Guardian Angel". She had the only working cell phone and I had to make the call to my fiance that Ben wasn't coming home. He asked if I was sure and I said "yes, he broke his back. He can't move his back feet or get up". I waited and waited for a vet to come to bring him to peace. None responded.

It was November, it was cold, it was wet, we were in the mountains alone with a dying horse. Both my Guardian Angel and I huddled next to Ben for warmth. He would occasionally try to get up and with every time, he lost more energy. I encouraged him to just lay down and "take a nap on his own". He CHOSE not to. I sang "Foolish Games" to him and other songs for three hours up there on that mountain. Just me and my Guardian Angel. We were land locked so no vehicles except 4-wheelers, walkers or horses could get up there. The last 4-wheeler came up to give us a blanket. It's as though Ben knew that was our only way out that night. This was it. He tried to get up one more time, then collapsed his head on the ground and started taking his last breaths. I shared his last two breaths with him to show him that I truly loved him (man, this is hard to write).

Once down the hill, I went to the establishment where everyone went that left us. I walked in all muddy, cold and wet with my Guardian Angel. They had karaoke that night. I got up on stage and said "I'm not waiting my turn.....this is the last thing Ben heard before he passed." and I sang "Foolish Games". Not a dry eye in the house. I walked out of there and went home......WITHOUT A SCRATCH, OR A BRUISE ON ME. I had another Guardian Angel that day that had his/her wings tightly wrapped around me when I fell. Joe, my fiance, had to go back and get Ben off the mountain the next day. Ben is now home with us forever where he should be.

My friends all said "Ben will bring you the next friesian that is right for you." I found a friesian several months later in Oregon. I had a challenge getting "Ty" here because it was still winter road conditions up in the passes. I finally found a husband and wife outfit that would do it for a reasonable price. I shared my story with the driver of the truck and he was very moved. He drove up in his truck, unloaded Ty, and I handed him a photo of Ben that said "To: Ben From: Ben Thanks for bringing Ty home."

The driver of the truck that brought Ty home was named Ben!

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My niece at 6-ish riding Ben.

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My niece 6 years later riding Ben

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Ben and Monte with Joe's Girls.

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My "Little" Snuggler

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Me on Jack, my friend on Ben.  This is the last known pic of us.  Yes we are on the sidewalk of our small town.  We rode in for a cocktail that day.  Newspaper caught us and wanted a photo.  Very Cool.
Me on Jack, my friend on Ben.  This is the last known pic of us.  Yes we are on the sidewalk of our small town.  We rode in for a cocktail that day.  Newspaper caught us and wanted a photo.  Very Cool.
Me on Jack, my friend on Ben. This is the last known pic of us. Yes we are on the sidewalk of our small town. We rode in for a cocktail that day. Newspaper caught us and wanted a photo. Very Cool.

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Elise Will 6 years ago

Brought tears to my eyes. So glad you are still here to write this story :) Love you!


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Stimp 6 years ago from Upper Midwest Author

Thanks....me too. It was hard to write this one.


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Stimp 6 years ago from Upper Midwest Author

BTW: For anyone who has read this....that "hill" we went up that Ben got so antsy on....WAS A DAM. We weren't supposed to be up there at all. I didn't find that out until months later. There were people on the ride who knew but didn't say anything. THAT is why Ben wanted out of that situation, because he ALSO knew it was dangerous....period.


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Make Money 6 years ago from Ontario

Oh man that is a sad story. Sorry to hear about Ben Stimp, he was a beauty. That's a good photo of yous going for Happy Hour.

Too bad you didn't live so far away, we are in southern Ontario. My sister has a real nice 4 year old Morgan, Stormy her boss mare. She wants to breed her. Jack would be a real nice match.


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Stimp 6 years ago from Upper Midwest Author

Make Money....Jacks not intact if you know what I'm sayin'....LOL. since Ben has passed, Jack has fought and has won herd lead from Monte my thoroughbred. Ty is challenging him though. As he gets older, I believe ty will win that spot.


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Make Money 6 years ago from Ontario

Hi Stimp. Yeah I'll show my sister your Hubs. She'll enjoy them. The dynamics of a herd is real interesting. When Stormy my sister's boss mare was in a stable away from the small herd for about 3 weeks a stallion pony became the lead of the herd, even when Stormy came back. But Stormy is such a good boss mare. I have a video showing how Stormy actually shows concern for an older horse, Lindsey by cutting her out of the herd when the herds running. The video then shows how poor old Lindsey starts coughing and breathing heavy. Also when my sister got a young standardbred filly a couple of years ago Stormy treated her like her own. Because of these things my sister traded the stallion pony so Stormy is the boss mare again. Stormy would be a real good mom. I should upload the videos that I have.

Mike


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Stimp 6 years ago from Upper Midwest Author

Ya you should, Mike.


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prettydarkhorse 6 years ago from US

hi Stimp, you made me cry, I hope youre ok now, and he was so lovely, big and strong he seemed to be!! Live by the memory of him, my friend!


Stimp 6 years ago

Dear Prettydarkhorse.....what a coincidence that you read this today, 11/15, as this is the first anniversary of Ben's death. I am desperately searching for the spot in which he chose to pass so I can place a cross in his memory and to remind other riders passing by to be careful and stay safe


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Niteriter 6 years ago from Canada

I caught you on the forums and came over to learn about Ben. You've honoured him well with this story.


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prettydarkhorse 6 years ago from US

hi Stimp, I hope you can find a spot for your dear BEN< I am praying for it, so that others will have safety precautions too, in that way Bens memory lives forever, I know it did alrady in your heart and to those who loved him..


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Stimp 6 years ago from Upper Midwest Author

Unable to find his passing spot. Joe and I decided it best to take Monte out to Ben's burial spot and place the cross there. There was a silence in the cold air and I know Monte knew what was going on and so did Jack and Ty. And, of course when I put Monte back in the pasture, Ty, the friesian was there to give me a kiss as Jack looked on. Monte stood still in the pasture for awhile and looked out over the field but then moved with the herd. I think we made the right choice. Monte and Ben were inseparable and "telling" him of the accident was very difficult. Monte knew what the walk we took today was about. Lots of tears but very healing. Thanks to all for your thoughts, and good wishes. I am blessed to have so many people care.

When I am able I will write a hub on the results of today. It was very special


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Uninvited Writer 6 years ago from Kitchener, Ontario

That was a very touching story, thank you for sharing.


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prettydarkhorse 6 years ago from US

Hi Stimp, write about it, whatever happens on the result today! good luck to you for finding that spot for BEN...


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Stimp 6 years ago from Upper Midwest Author

I don't normally write poetry because I really don't know how. today the words are coming from him, I believe and so I'll try to write them down.


Crazdwriter 6 years ago

Stimp this moved me to tears. I am truly sorry for your loss but I am really glad that you had such a powerful guardian angel known as Ben. *HUGS* you were very srong to post this and share this amazing story with us. Thank you!


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Stimp 6 years ago from Upper Midwest Author

Thanks, Crazdwriter, Yesterday was our "first anniversary" of that day. I am not a poet, but words just came to me and I was able to write one in his honor.


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manlypoetryman 6 years ago from (Texas !) Boldly Writing Poems Where No Man Has Gone Before...

Well...against my better judgment I came over to read about Ben...and found him to be the great animal...that you said he was! Very sad...and what an honorable horse...with a pure heart! Thank you for sharing "Ben" with us...Glad that you are alright...So sorry to hear of what happened to "Ben". Truly...he was an incredible horse! God...he was an incredible horse!


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Stimp 6 years ago from Upper Midwest Author

Please go out and read the poem I wrote about him and let me know what you think. I'm no poet but the words just came to me on the anniversary of the day he passed.

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