JD,
The insurance companies for my neighbor are the attorneys I am dealing with plus they send the information to my neighbor's personal attorney.

My insurance doesn't cover damage done to my animals from my neighbor's dog, my insurance company only covers damage my animals cause, see how it works?

I have already been nice to my neighbor, he doesn't want to pay for the real damage that occured, he cannot understand a horse being worth $125,000 dollars, it is beyond him.
And that is only one animal, there were others damaged with values too, but not as high as that.

I am not a rich person, and when I say that I worked hard to get to having an animal of that quality I mean I really worked hard for a long time. And the animals that I used to accomplish this goal were destroyed. And it is so hard for the average person to understand this value that an example of that is a therapist that I saw when I got out of the psychward said I had Custer B traits (illusions of Grandeur). And had I known that that would written on my records, I would have surely brought in the apprasial of that horse and picture and advertizements of the one I had for sale and so on. But I was not going to see my records with that diagnosis in them until I got my records thrown at me by my regular physician because the psychiatrist felt I was doing better and just needed clonazapam and that could be prescribed by my GP.

I went to my GP and asked for a renewal and my GP was flaming mad and handed my records to me and told me that he was not qualified to treat someone with this and that and all things that were not accruate to what I really had. WHAT A MESS. And I tried to go back and correct my records, I can't get it done, I went to see the psychiatrist and he said he could not change the records but his diagnosis was PTSD. So I have wordage in my records that are wrong and I don't like that,

The psychiatrist at the psychward said I was narcissistic, he didn't believe the loss either and all I ever asked for was rest and grief counciling. And all he wanted me to do was take pills. And because I couldn't get past the side effects and I just wanted rest he misdiagnosed me too. My current therapist, even my last therapist both say I am definitely not narcissistic, but victims of PTSD often are confused with being narcisstic because they are so absorbed with the effects of PTSD that they are distant and angry and confused.

So that bothers me that my records don't even reflect the correct diagnosis. I have been on such a wirlwind for so long I can't even describe how misunderstood and misdiagnosed and mistreated I have been and that continues even in my lawsuit, with my attorney that is getting old and forgetfull.

No, the average person cannot believe that a horse could be worth that much, oh no, it must be me that is crazy. I have appraisals and I was aware of the values because I spent years working and working to get to the level of having this kind of horse. And to be honest, I would like to see someone take $125,000 and present me with a horse that is the same bloodline, with the same level of talent and training that my daughter could not tell apart from the horse that we invested years into training. A horse that my daughter could put her foot in the stirrup and show at the level she showed tomarrow.
And I know he is not out there because my daughter has scanned the net and knows every breeding barn in Europe and Canada and the US and the only horse she could find like hers are refusing offers of $500,000. But they are stallions, however, she has not found any horse like hers. They are not for sale, hers was not for sale. And her trainers had to hide her horse whenever any prospective buyer came to their farm for a show horse, even with very deep pockets because they all wanted them to find a horse like my daughters. They tried, they went back to Europe about 5 times that I know of, they could not find one. He is that nice. And I would put a picture of him here if I could.
But you can google Popyee K a show jumper and you would see a picture of the same blood line the same coloring, Blood Bay with four white stockings. I have not seen him in person, but all those that have, trainers and professionals have told us my daughters horse is nicer. Not my words theirs. All I know is my daughter love her horse and she deserved to show him on the level that she worked so hard to train him to be on and finally got a good job she could. She was very excited that spring, and she went from a young girl that was so excited to a young lady that was sobbing and wondering if God had punished her somehow.

I have been in the Twilight Zone, ripped out of my world and misdiagnosed and misrepresented in so many ways, I could have not imagined any of this.

And, so I am supposed to be nice to my neighbor, forgive him and walk away with a mountain of bills I can't even pay and crippled animals and just forgive and forget?
And one of my other goals is I really want to take my records and my appraisels and sit in front of these people who misdiagnosed me and recorded words that are attached to me that are not a reflection of me that is true. That was definitely not fair. They just didn't believe me, and I never lied. I stayed in a terrible place because I could not wrap my brain around so much loss, too much gone. And I tried to sleep in a cold room and was around people who frightened me and I will never forget that. I stood at the window of my room at the psychward, cold, exhausted, and frightened and totally confused looking out the window to the heavens asking the same questions as my daughter to God, WHY?

And I can't even go and see my GP anymore because everytime I go he has the computer right there and all I can see are my records that came from my psychiatrist and the psychward and the wordage that is so wrong about me. My own physician looks at me like I am crazy and everytime I go to see him I leave in tears.

What a mess my life became because of my neighbor's negligence, what a mess, and I honestly cant wrap my brain around it. My credit rating gone, my medical records not correct, my whole life has been effected by this, everywhere I look. I could have never imagined this, ever in my wildest dreams.
Open Eyes