Jason Maki
12-02-2004, 08:13 PM
I went to a farm today to trim two weanlings and two mini's. Two weeks ago I had put a pair of heart bars on an older gelding who had suffered an unsupported acute attack about eight weeks ago. When I was there to do the other seven animals two weeks ago, he was obviously acute, camping under behind, digital pulse, and doing the laiminitis lambada with his gait. I fit and nailed the shoes, but to receive the releived look and tongue lick, I had to go about three dimes pressure. He looked better immedialty, rested hind feet, stood square, and began picking through his bedding with his head down. These are all good signs. I asked the owner to call in a few days to give me a progress report. I missed her call. This being hunting season, which is my only vice(unless you count Copenhagen, which is really only a seasoning-- try it in your coffee--mmm mmm good!), I did not return her call...
I entered the barn, and his stall was empty, stripped and limed. Ther door was open, the buckets were gone. I was sure my doggies dinner last night had been a 16 hand sorrel gelding with a death certificate stating the cause of death as euthinasia secondary to laminitis. I ran to the house, sure the story was going to belong on the obits page. The owner, a retired Marine attack chopper pilot with combat experience , saw my face and panicked.
" Jason, what the hells wrong!?"
I asked him " Where is the founderd gelding" fearful of the answer.
" He's in the back pasture, he was feeling alot better, so we turned him out this morning to poke around. Is that okay?"
I felt like the doctor had just told me the test results had been mixed up, and I really did not have leukemia. :eek:
SOmetimes I get really wrapped up in my job, maybe a little distance would be good?
Not really, I just wanted to relate the story to folks who could appreciate it. :cool:
Jason
I entered the barn, and his stall was empty, stripped and limed. Ther door was open, the buckets were gone. I was sure my doggies dinner last night had been a 16 hand sorrel gelding with a death certificate stating the cause of death as euthinasia secondary to laminitis. I ran to the house, sure the story was going to belong on the obits page. The owner, a retired Marine attack chopper pilot with combat experience , saw my face and panicked.
" Jason, what the hells wrong!?"
I asked him " Where is the founderd gelding" fearful of the answer.
" He's in the back pasture, he was feeling alot better, so we turned him out this morning to poke around. Is that okay?"
I felt like the doctor had just told me the test results had been mixed up, and I really did not have leukemia. :eek:
SOmetimes I get really wrapped up in my job, maybe a little distance would be good?
Not really, I just wanted to relate the story to folks who could appreciate it. :cool:
Jason