It’s a cold hard fact of veterinary medicine (not to mention human medicine - no doubt this is part of the reason Victoria has had difficulty finding her niche in her nursing career) that “You can’t save ‘em all”
And ruthless Father Time is going to take every single one of them, sooner or later… I can’t dwell too much upon all my lost pets, family members, friends, acquaintances & patients or it’s just too damn depressing. But here goes another one - I have failed in my attempt to help Moonie along for what I hoped would be a few more years of relative comfort… The post-surgical complication I was warned about has occurred: the rupture of his deep digital flexor tendon in the right front. While a 3-legged dog or cat can adapt, a 3-legged horse cannot so I’ll have to make arrangements for him this week. I actually should’ve taken care of him yesterday but I was giving Zach an opportunity to come out & say goodbye to him…
Mijo stood me up - he has never handled death & dying well. I’ll let him off the hook one more time - it is only 4 weeks (3.5 wks actually!) until his wedding after all; we had a nice long phone conversation & he said he was dropping in on a friend’s birthday luncheon - obviously that took up too much of his precious weekend time! My snazzy purple boots came in - they are a little tight across the top of my crooked left toes - I want to see if I can devise some sort of stretching device to make them a little more comfortable.
But speaking of comfort, I was only comfortable for the first 15 miles of the 30-mi event I signed up for Friday - in retrospect, I should’ve kept marching along on Twoie even if we came in overtime! Instead I quit & came home to prepare to ride in the Fort Worth Stock show parade Saturday morning, where Twoie absolutely lost his mind! (I think it was the marching bands that did him in, although all the waiting around, stopping and starting didn’t help either!) We had our own personal escort of parade marshals because they didn’t want to see that kind of stunt work in front of the cheering crowds downtown! 😜🤣
Seriously though, I did appreciate their help and as long as I could keep Twoie marching forwards, he settled down so we just had to leave our little group behind and march on off into the midday sun as opposed to the sunset (The parade was at 11 AM; we made it back safely to my trailer around 12:20)
Obviously I took no pictures but there are lots of video clips floating around on social media - I kept on skimming to see if anybody had highlights of our rodeo preview 😉
(Another misrepresentation - I did take this preliminary photo of Twoie enjoying his cookie before the event!)
Condolences on another loss to the inevitable process of time and aging. It is sad that we can't save them all, but it is the reality. Gentle hugs from a distance, and virtually!
ReplyDeletePoor Twoie! Glad you were able to get him through it and safely back to the trailer. Well done, rider you!