We don't panic about much up here. Not much at all; not even a little bout of colic. For Bill to make that call, Estes had to be in a bad way. She was and she is. This is what her poop looked like, right before she stopped pooping.
Vet came, tubed her, gave her a ton of metamucil and some drugs. Compass had already given her banamine. The vibe I got from the vet was that he didn't think she'd make it through the night (not that he said that). I don't know. I was cautiously optimistic earlier today, but as the sun goes down and she's refusing water and not pooping, my spirits are flagging a bit.
Mom's posted about it over on her blog.
I'll post more, when I have more news. Until then, I'm off to stand vigil over the equine love of my life.
3 comments:
Oh dang. Prayers going up for you and your horse.
I hope everything works out and she gets better. Hugs.
Dang dang dang dang dang dang dang.
Praying for her. I know how precious she is.
Was hoping she was better now.
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