Thanks for all the comments and regarding Copper’s navicular. I’m still wallowing about it quite a lot, but I’m trying to move on. Thankfully I have Paige to ride and Joey to keep me entertained.
Speaking of Joey, he was gelded on Saturday after Copper’s lameness eval. The procedure itself went flawlessly. Joey snored SO MUCH. There’s a video on insta with the snoring if you want a giggle this Monday. It made for some much needed comic relief after Copper’s diagnosis.
I have learned a valuable lesson though. Don’t sedate/lay down a baby horse in front of his mother. She will be alarmed. particularly when he doesn’t respond when she nickers to him. Sorry Paige. Many thanks to my boarder, B, for stuffing Paige’s mouth with hay every 30 seconds to keep her distracted. She talked to him a lot and paced some, but she isn’t the excitable type so that was her demonstration of being the worried mother.
Naturally Joey gave me the occasion to be the worried mother when I showed up on Monday morning to feed and he wouldn’t walk over for his grain. His man bits had been really swollen on Sunday, but otherwise he’d been acting fine and I’d been giving him a small dose of bute to take the edge off. As of Monday morning, he was not doing great. The lack of interest in food was the first red flag, then when I went in the pasture with him he walked over to me (I rank higher than food to at least one horse in the world…) and I noticed that he was shivering. The weather had dropped off dramatically and I knew I didn’t want him standing outside in the soon to be cold downpour of rain, so I brought him inside and wrapped him in a fleece cooler since I have no Joey sized clothes.
K stopped by on her way home from the vet hospital where she is a tech and we took his vitals and called the vet. His pulse and temperature were both high enough that the vet wanted me to start him on antibiotics and to increase his bute dosage significantly. I went ahead and gave him the bute and stuffed him in a stall with all the food and left the cooler on him to keep him warm. I figured I’d run by TSC on the way to work then go out on lunch to push the penicillin. By the time I returned on my lunch break he was feeling better and had pawed his hay out (which is the precursor to eating hay in Joey’s world…) and eaten all his grain and was drinking. He was even a good baby and didn’t trash the cooler and drag it through his poop! All the gold stars for Joey.
So Joey got to have IM penicillin injections every 12 hours for 3 or 4 days. The first couple of days I just stuck him with the needle while he was eating his grain and he didn’t care, but the second couple of days the ants in his stall rest pants made it necessary for me to actually halter and tie up the baby for his shots. The horror. Though after 10 years of crazy ass needle phobic Copper I deserve this ease of injection.
After three or four days (I forget which…) it finally stopped raining and Joey’s temperature went back to normal and he seemed fine minus that it looked like he had a watermelon shoved in his ball sack. Well ok, maybe like two grapefruits. Poor kid. So I kicked him back outside where he could walk the swelling down and now he’s basically normal! And a gelding. Woo!
So a few wrinkles in the recovery, but we all lived to tell about it and now he’s back to his normal self, though so far with fewer failed seduction attempts. I’m sure that’s because all his female neighbors have gone out of heat, because I’m sure the inclination is still intact despite the swimmer factories having been removed.
Here’s to having the best little paint gelding in all the land!