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It's ironic how sometimes thoughts you put aside turn out to matter a hell of a lot. Last night I was just thinking about how much I threw away with riding. Like, I was training with someone who rode in the Olympics. I was going places with her and I could have had scholarships for Equine Science. But no, I had to be an apathetic bitch trying to prove something that I can't even put into words. So today rolls around and I plan on going for a nice ride and just getting back into things with Houston. He's been looking depressed lately. I think he misses having other horses around. So my mom and I were going to a horse Auction tonight in search of a friend for him and some other supplies.
Out of some grace of God, she decided to feed him early and just check before we left. I was heading out to the car when she came running in saying something terrible happened. So, I took off for the barn and when I got out to the stall he looked completely sedated. I noticed patches of hair on his sides were almost missing and said, "FUCK, he's colicing go call Dan." So she called the vet and I remembered [from when I studied Equine Health books] that you need to briskly walk the horse because if they start to roll you will never get them up. So I grabbed him and tried to get him to walk. We made it around the small pasture a couple times and he went down on me. He like fell, and I urged him to get up. I got him up and we walked and my mom said Dan would be out in twenty minutes.
So we kept walking and I was pulling him along and he just went down again, and started snorting and thrashing and kicking at his sides. And I wasn't able to get him up at all, he just gave up. He like closed his eyes and sighed and stopped thrashing. I started to cry because he was just laying there in pain and I couldn't do anything. I don't know if anyone has felt that before, you've probably seen those scenes in a movie. But I was like crying and pushing him and he opened his eyes and tried to get up, and I finally pulled him to stand.
Dan got here and diagnosed him with colic. It means that some part of his digestive tract was blocked and he was in serious pain that is deadly in some cases. Once they start to roll its a terrible sign. So, he did a few quick tests and knew he was colicing for sure. So, we had to pump his stomach.. We took a tube about an inch in diameter and threaded it up his nose down through his throat and into the stomach. He siphoned what was in his stomach out and then pumped it with mineral oil and water, about 2 gallons total. Now, if any of you know my horse you know he's very feisty. And getting that tube up his nose was a challenge. So then Dan finished up with him and left when it was done. Now I need to check him every two hours all through the night.
I realize how much I love him now, even though that's terrible. I mean if you have an animal like that and it impacted your life in a way you would be a mess too. It's just a miracle that my mom wanted to check him and that she didnt blow it off and told me about it. I mean as soon as I saw him I knew it and if we didnt stop out to the barn he would have been dead or near it by the time we got back tonight. We are just really lucky.
Out of some grace of God, she decided to feed him early and just check before we left. I was heading out to the car when she came running in saying something terrible happened. So, I took off for the barn and when I got out to the stall he looked completely sedated. I noticed patches of hair on his sides were almost missing and said, "FUCK, he's colicing go call Dan." So she called the vet and I remembered [from when I studied Equine Health books] that you need to briskly walk the horse because if they start to roll you will never get them up. So I grabbed him and tried to get him to walk. We made it around the small pasture a couple times and he went down on me. He like fell, and I urged him to get up. I got him up and we walked and my mom said Dan would be out in twenty minutes.
So we kept walking and I was pulling him along and he just went down again, and started snorting and thrashing and kicking at his sides. And I wasn't able to get him up at all, he just gave up. He like closed his eyes and sighed and stopped thrashing. I started to cry because he was just laying there in pain and I couldn't do anything. I don't know if anyone has felt that before, you've probably seen those scenes in a movie. But I was like crying and pushing him and he opened his eyes and tried to get up, and I finally pulled him to stand.
Dan got here and diagnosed him with colic. It means that some part of his digestive tract was blocked and he was in serious pain that is deadly in some cases. Once they start to roll its a terrible sign. So, he did a few quick tests and knew he was colicing for sure. So, we had to pump his stomach.. We took a tube about an inch in diameter and threaded it up his nose down through his throat and into the stomach. He siphoned what was in his stomach out and then pumped it with mineral oil and water, about 2 gallons total. Now, if any of you know my horse you know he's very feisty. And getting that tube up his nose was a challenge. So then Dan finished up with him and left when it was done. Now I need to check him every two hours all through the night.
I realize how much I love him now, even though that's terrible. I mean if you have an animal like that and it impacted your life in a way you would be a mess too. It's just a miracle that my mom wanted to check him and that she didnt blow it off and told me about it. I mean as soon as I saw him I knew it and if we didnt stop out to the barn he would have been dead or near it by the time we got back tonight. We are just really lucky.