Today marks the official boundary between summer and autumn, but I was abruptly reminded a few days ago when Leo, as has been his habit of late, woke me up in the middle of the night.
He kills a fat rodent, then walks upstairs to present it outside my door, loudly singing his own praise: “Seee this! Wooow! Look what I have! Oooh!” Then I have to get up, collect his gift, swap it with a snack after disposing of it. Yes, I know, I’ve been teaching him this, but the nightly routine is his own invention. But I might as well because he is a very patient singer. That night was no different, dark, groggy – but when I passed the microwave I was astonished to read 5:04 instead of 2-3ish. In just a little while it will in fact be dark when the alarm goes off, rather than sunlight peeking in around 3-4 am. It is no longer summer.
It’s been all about pets this week it seems. Little Brown Pony once again was lame with a strong pulse in his legs, something that could mean he’s foundered again, just two weeks after his corrective shoes came off, his weight down to a lovely slim figure. I was hoping for an abscess, since the throbbing was mainly in one leg, but the vet declared back to square one. To top it off, a week earlier Big Brown Pony had twisted his fetlock stepping on a stone (I saw it happen) and the last bit of stiffness doesn’t seem to be wearing off.
Result: anxiety alert. I’m over all that normally, but anticipating death among my little friends is my biggest trigger of all.
To calm myself, yes I know this sounds strange, I’ve updated myself on the current technicalities of having huge dead bodies picked up off the roadside as well as confirmed with my friend Nina, the original owner of Big Brown Pony, that we are ok to let them go together whenever the time is. It’s been weighing on me that he might be forced to relocate at the age of 24, he is a sensitive soul. Rollo (19 yo) is all mine, and my call to make alone – something I hate to do but also less complicated.
I’ve known these boys for 20 and 12 years respectively, loved horses for more than 40, it’s the end of an era and a huge chunk of my “persona”.
For now we seem to be holding on and next week will test Rollo for PPID (Equine Cushing’s Disease). The overproduction of corticosteroids can cause founder in itself, even if you maintain a healthy diet. The good news if he has that, is that he can simply get a daily medication for the remainder of his life to keep the levels completely normal. The syndrome in itself is not painful at all.
I’m still not done with all those chores I mentioned last week, today my left shoulder is extra useless for some reason and needs rest. No weaving or spinning either! Which means I get to sit here and talk at y’all instead of digging up gooseberry bushes. Anyone for tea and cookies with me – or is that a bit early in the season still, homemade plum cordial then? You know, I haven’t thought about knitting in ages, I bet there’s at least 3 projects I could go look at…
Obviously, as also debated last week, it’s been too many distractions to really submerge myself in artsy inspiration; I think I would need to be Vulcan to compartmentalize things completely at will. I do feel like I’m ready to jump back in though, so hopefully I’ll soon have something to show for it. Stand by to beam aboard!
10 thoughts on “Another transition”
Jeg opdagede også pludeseligt for et par dage siden. Det var jo mørkt! Suk, jeg synes ikke vi har haft rigtig sommer endnu. Jeg krydestr alt hvad jeg har for at din hest har Cushings og ikke noget slemt.
Tak! Han er dog stadig nået at blive forfangen i foråret, og selvom de kommer sig, vil de altid være mere disponerede for det igen. Men ubehandlet Cushings ville gøre det meget mere risikabelt.
Han er så også lige løbet ind i et lille tilbagevendende tandproblem, som jeg ville have husket at følge op på tidligere/forebyggende hvis ikke alt det andet var sket – men igen, det er trods alt bedre end de to ting jeg først frygtede, da han ikke ville spise i går. (bivirkninger af smertestillende medicin, enten mavesår eller forstoppelse) Men sådan er det at have dyr, hvis man er heldig er der perioder med næsten ingen dyrlægebesøg. 😉
Rollo er en sjov lille nullermand, jeg vil gerne nyde hans selskab lidt endnu.
I completely understand how worrying about pets takes over your entire life–I hope your horses improve. That first photo is amazing and Leo looks like quite the mighty hunter!
Thank you. He’s a big floofy goofball actually. 😉
I hope the horses are well? Breaks my heart knowing that we all have to part at some point in our lives… (Fingers crossed!)
I’m familiar with the bad feeling that creeps in when they get ill. I must admit I do get extremely anxious when something goes wrong – the other day the dog cut his foot and wouldn’t let me even have a look at it. It took me half an hour to spray some antiseptic and if someone saw me doing it they’d definitely say I looked like a mad mum who’s mad about her little child. We had loads of sweet words, then a bit of raised voices, and then some more begging. So… I do go hope everything goes well and works out. K.
P.S. Homemade plum cordial? Sounds delicious!
Hope his foot is ok again?
Oh, yes. It was a minor cut and it has healed very quickly. He’s back to being his usual naughty self 🙂 What about the horses?
They’re doing pretty good, still some work to do on their teeth. Rollo does indeed have Cushing’s, so I need to get his medication this week. But I’ve managed to slim 50 kg off him this summer (I wish I had it that easy), so that will help too.
Really good news. I hope the medication will help and that you can stop worrying.
P.S. 50 kg? That’s impressive! I wish I could loose at least 5 🙂
Yeah, I’m still at 10+ myself…