Laminitis! Ouch!
May. 1st, 2006 12:57 pmTess was still standing and walking funny this morning, and reluctant to move very far, so we called in the vet. She says it probably is founder, but I caught the symptoms early enough that it should be OK. The immediate prescription is no more grass at all for a few weeks, no sweet feed, and forced exercise (walking or lunging, not riding) every day. She will be on bute for a few days and isoxsuprene for two weeks.
Doc says there may be a metabolic disorder that makes her prone to the problem, and I thought I had seen very mild symptoms like this in the past but I can't pinpoint the dates. We will have some blood work done to see if this is the case. Hopefully the symptoms will clear up right away with this treatment.
I was frightened by her behavior this morning, and I'm glad we called for help. I'm puzzled as to the cause though. It has to be the grass. But we put her out very gradually, starting with a couple of hours a day the first week, only in the afternoon, then the full afternoons for another week, and last week I started leaving her out all day. She seemed fine for several days, and developed symptoms only when it rained all day Saturday and we kept her in the arena under a roof that day. Sunday morning the first symptoms appeared.
This makes me realize how attached I am to her. She's a very sweet and usually docile mare, and I've "become accustomed to her" as the song goes. She's only eleven years old, and by rights I should be able to keep her possibly even for as long as I live. (Haffies tend to be long lived, often reaching age 30 or more. When she's 30 years old, I'll be 75, assuming we both last that long.) My other horses I could let go to other good homes if people wanted them, but Tess is mine. I don't want to lose her.
Doc says there may be a metabolic disorder that makes her prone to the problem, and I thought I had seen very mild symptoms like this in the past but I can't pinpoint the dates. We will have some blood work done to see if this is the case. Hopefully the symptoms will clear up right away with this treatment.
I was frightened by her behavior this morning, and I'm glad we called for help. I'm puzzled as to the cause though. It has to be the grass. But we put her out very gradually, starting with a couple of hours a day the first week, only in the afternoon, then the full afternoons for another week, and last week I started leaving her out all day. She seemed fine for several days, and developed symptoms only when it rained all day Saturday and we kept her in the arena under a roof that day. Sunday morning the first symptoms appeared.
This makes me realize how attached I am to her. She's a very sweet and usually docile mare, and I've "become accustomed to her" as the song goes. She's only eleven years old, and by rights I should be able to keep her possibly even for as long as I live. (Haffies tend to be long lived, often reaching age 30 or more. When she's 30 years old, I'll be 75, assuming we both last that long.) My other horses I could let go to other good homes if people wanted them, but Tess is mine. I don't want to lose her.
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Date: 2006-05-01 12:25 pm (UTC)You just qualified and helped me to understand a lot more about you, something often wondered about but to shy to bring the subject up.
The inner/deep most feelings about what we love and have compassion for are always difficult to share since they are so personal.
Trust me, please, my great friend, I understand, even if it not exactly my own, very personal, understanding and feeling.
I am smiling at you so much, today, because, for the first time I have caught a glimpse into your heard in a way I have tried many times to see.
Yes, Tess is a treasure and you are building a relationship with her that should last quite a while. I have a similar thing with Thunder.
I cannot imagine feeling more toward him being "my son" in the human context. I have always given him everything I know and understand about horses, animal upbringing, imprinting and everything else.
Much thought today about how we humans raise our children.
We usually do it all wrong. It is aimed toward how we feel we can help our kids find a place in society or even animal society and yet I think we are all going in the wrong direction. Look back over our human history and think... is this the right or the wrong and it becomes very simple to me, oftentimes.
Love is not war. Not greed. Not power. Never politics nor religion. Yet those four things create our history and work up to where we are today.
Sure be nice if we ever got a brain.
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Date: 2006-05-01 01:21 pm (UTC)I'm glad my Imperator isn't likely to founder. I couldn't handle that either, even though he has the advantage of being able to fly to keep the load off his feet. ;)
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Date: 2006-05-01 02:12 pm (UTC)As feel all these thoughts today as I cry with real, actual tears running my horseyman cheeks to watch Bear's white truck, a gift from his dad, driving off down the road or up the hill off to work a twelve hour shift tonight and be alone here again... once again with all my various projects and un-fulfilled dreams yet again.
Bear was very concerned about my need for private time as he talked to me for hours this afternoon about his new shift he would really like to swap to.
I only know how much I love the guy. How much I miss him when he is gone at work or me at work and how much I need him and he, me. Life is so weird.
Missing you too, Rider, my great friend Tivo.
Often this forum makes me laugh so much and it exactly, in return, makes me cry. Love and compassion and caring friendship does that to us. I love this place. To offer and be an idiot and yet find out more about who and what we are is an amazing thing to discover about ourselves. Thank you, Rider.
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Date: 2006-05-02 06:19 am (UTC)I call them children because they are entirely dependent on US for everything that happens in their lives. That, and I love my 'quines every bit as much as anybody could love their kids.
We launch our compassion but often our aim is bad. That is an old, traditional aspect of veterinary doctoring. I think it was Mark Twain who first mentioned that a Vet, in the most critical way, has it harder and thus, is better, than a human doctor in that the animal cannot just talk to you (Dr. Doolittle comment noted) and tell you where it hurts and how it hurts, etc.
I did forget to mention that dogs, ie example my beloved Brilli-Peri and several others (Great Danes, German Shepherds) get bloat and it, in his case, did him in at age eight. Very expensive operation but too late. But in the dog's case, and occassionally in the case of horses, it is a twisted stomach or gut (intestines) that is like putting a tennis ball in a sock and holding it in both hands twisting it so that the ends on both sides of the tennis ball are twisted once around thus cutting off blood vessels and causing that part of the stomach or gut to basically die. It is the poisons from that that kills first by the way).
It is a hard and very painful way to go and, for some reason we do not fully understand, animals can turn it off in their brains and just lie there and die.
So when Selene had that life-threatening (heck, she was gonna die lying there giving up) I knew I had to do something drastic so I beat her and whipped her and kicked her until my foot hurt to get her up and led her into the garage, a place I knew would upset her so that she would get so upset it would make her take a dump. Which she had to do to live. Which tore my heart but my human brain kept saying DO THIS TO SAVE HER LIFE.
It worked and she is still here, as beautiful and sexy and alive as ever. She is such a doll. I am still her friend. Sometimes drastic measures are needed to save our loves.
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Date: 2006-05-02 06:29 am (UTC)Could not remember his name but good old Google, via Wiley Post, showed me. Yes, this great, American comedian and lecturer (He was very influenced by Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain, which was a nick he got from his steamboat days... marking twain was a depth measurement of the river bottom to find a safe channel for a steamboat which had a depth of only one... one yard (about a meter). Will Rodgers died along with Wiley Post, possibly the greatest aviatior who ever lived, in a airplane crash at Nome, Alaska.
What a loss. Now I am thinking of how many great men and women in art and music etc... died at their prime in airplane crashes. In fact it has influenced my attitude about being an airplane mechanic in a negative way.
Strange how our minds work, sometimes. Or, maybe, usually.
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