Harv has had a rough few days, and Sunday night I thought I might not have him in my life for much longer. He colicked Sunday afternoon, and while I have not seen many colics, this was moderately bad -- and for an old horse, it was serious.
I walked Harv in from the field at 2:30 Sunday, and when we got back to his stall I threw some carrots in his feed bucket. Maybe a half hour later, one of the workers reported he was pawing. He had not eaten the carrots and refused food. We acted quickly with the standard meds for colic and called the vet. Within an hour he was pawing, groaning, and trying to lie down.
The vet came and checked his vitals:
- normal heart rate or just slightly high
- unsteady,wobbly hindquarters
- elevated respiration
- flared nostrils
- pale gums
- some gut sounds initially (later they stopped)
The vet noted he has a significant heart murmur too. She vet did a rectal (nothing remarkable). She tubed him and gave him more banamine. No real change. She predicted he would not have a good night, and her overall prognosis was guarded. She left us some sedative with painkiller. We made arrangement for her to come back in the am.
For those who may wonder, I did not want to take Harv to a facility (it was suggested). It is not about money. I have given this thought well before Sunday. Harv is 26, and he is elderly. Moving him while he is sick would be traumatic. If he is going to pass, I don't want him to be surrounded by strangers in a strange place. I asked the vet what they can do for him at a facility, and her response was better pain management and hydration (not sure about the latter, I've seen horses with IV bags at barns). Whatever happened, I didn't want Harv to face some drawn-out ordeal.
I watched Harv till about 10pm, and he was checked every few hours through the night (I got text updates). At one point he must have thrashed around or fallen because he got some scrapes on his head and neck. At 3am, I got my miracle text: "Harv looks ok in this moment." At 6am, he still looked okay and he was pooping. He has steadily improved. Tonight he looked tired, but he has been hungry, and pooping.
Now he has to drink more, and I'm looking for that mineral oil in his poop. No sign of it yet. But last night he looked pretty good. Think good thoughts about my old friend. He's been in my life since I was 36 years old (I'm 52 now). I don't need to tell any of you what he means to me.