Walking across the frosty 4:00 a.m. yard with a scarf wrapped around my head, tall rubber boots and a raincoat over a housecoat, over a t-shirt I wore to bed only a few hours before, makes me feel more than a little like Oma heading to the dairy barn. Quite likely I may appear as an apparition of her too, but that may be beside the point.
It isn\’t a barnful of restless, udder-bursting Holsteins calling my attention, but a lone Paint gelding. You see, our beloved Blue sustained an eye injury 10 days ago, landing him here in this large animal clinic . . .
. . . and, resulting in his current conundrum – stall rest, lavage in eye, and an every 4-hours med schedule. It feels a little bit like having a baby again, where the 4:00 a.m. call is only slightly more palatable than the midnight awakening. But, as a fellow 4-H Dad said to me at our inaugural club meeting last night, \”You look after him! We can\’t lose Blue!\”
Absolutely. We cannot lose Blue. For I can\’t imagine our life without him, and therefore, between Teenager and I, we haven\’t missed a 4-hour call.
Thanks to the excellent team of veterinary angels at Moore Equine, and his own affable attitude, he\’s responding well to treatment, and set to go for an early morning (wait, it is early morning) check-up in just a few hours.
I\’ll keep you posted.