1:45
It is 15 minutes after my 1:30 rider is due to arrive. I don’t think she is
coming so I started to do some of my chores. Dan had just left to go to the
house and clean up before going to town. He had an appointment at 2:00 and was
running late. I decided, since I had time before the next people were due, I
would let Drafty into an empty pen to eat weeds for about an hour. I haltered
him, took him over put him in and shut the gate. A happy horse on green stuff.
When I entered the pen he stretched his head
my direction and nickered at me. Total abnormal behavior. I went closer and
tried to get him up by voice. He struggled to roll up onto his chest but his
legs flailed and he didn’t make it. He looked quite weak. I hopped on the ATV
and hurried to the house to get Dan to see if he could get Drafty up.
There
was no change by the time we got back. Dan hooked the lead line to Drafty’s
halter and tried to get him to his feet by pulling. The best he could do was
roll part way up then flop back down.
I
called Doc and told him what I had seen to that point. He told me that with the
information I had given him it sounded like he might have ingested pigweed,
which produces nitrate poisoning. Pigweed looks a lot like careless weed, which
we have a lot of and with the recent rains it, was coming up. When he told me
that earlier this week he had a case where several steers had died of it my
heart went to my toes. He asked if I wanted him to come and I told him I did.
He told me to give Drafty a shot of Banamine and that it would take a bit to
get here
I
told Dan what I knew at this point then went to the house to pull the shot
while Dan stayed with Drafty. When I got back, I gave him the shot. The
thoughts going through my mind at this point were that through my ignorance I
had killed a really fine horse.
I
looked at my watch and it was now about 2:15.
I had a husband and wife scheduled to come at 3:15. I figured I had
better call to let them know what was happening so they didn’t make a trip out
for nothing. As I was explaining to Jon, he said they were on their way. I
looked up to see them turning into my driveway. They were way early.
As
soon as they got out they came over and Laura knelt down to stroke Drafty’s
head and shade his eye from the sun. Jon squatted down and started petting him.
I caught them up on what I knew and there was no sending them off – they were
here to stay until I found out what Doc had to say.
At
this point, looking at Drafty, one couldn’t help but think the worst. Dan
called his appointment and told them what was happening and that he would be
late. I heard him getting the front-end loader out – just in case.
About
2:45 I stepped back a little and just observed what was happening as the
Banamine took effect. The voice of reason was conversing in my head and I
realized I wasn’t seeing deterioration in him. I had checked his mouth for
temperature and moisture a couple of times and that seemed constant. I noticed
that although he kept his eye either half closed or all the way but his ear was
quite active as sounds were occurring around him.
Jon
had taken his respirations a couple of times and we found out later from Doc
they were in the normal range. His breathing wasn’t labored and he wasn’t
thrashing, groaning or grinding teeth as if he was in pain.
Several
times he tried to get up – he just couldn’t roll up onto his chest.
3:15
Dan had gone back to the house to wait until Doc came. I called him to come up.
After watching Drafty I thought he just might be able to roll up on his chest
if Jon and Dan could step in and simply support him when he did. After Dan got
there, he tried again and Dan and Jon made it happen. Drafty was up on his
chest.
He
rested there then suddenly made the needed effort and got to his feet. At this
time his position was that of a horse severely foundered. He was rocked back on
his hind feet and the front legs were at an angle in front. I was afraid he
would fall over again. Laura had his halter and was steadying his head; Jon was
at his shoulder and Dan at his hip. Jon was rubbing his front leg (the one that
he had been lying on all this time) and helped get circulation going.
Drafty
finally tossed his head to let Laura know he thought he could stand alone. He
didn’t move but was standing by himself. I called Doc to let him know he was on
his feet and found that he was a mile out.
3:25
Doc came up the drive with a car behind him. I went to see who else was here as
he went to check Drafty. My 1:30 rider arrived – she thought she was to be here
at 3:30. I told her what was happening and that we weren’t riding. She was
welcome to stay and see what was going on if she liked.
By
this time Doc had begun to check Drafty and each thing he checked was normal.
The first thing he did was look at the vegetation and did not find any pigweed.
So, he was not poisoned. We asked Drafty to walk a few steps and he did. He was
a little stiff from being down but began to limber up. And, as he walked around
the pen he was grabbing at the weeds.
We
took Drafty into the barn for a further exam to see if there was any sign of
neurological damage and he again checked out fine. By this time he was getting
a bit impatient with all the fussing. Laura put him away and he immediately
went to nibbling on the food in his pen.
Talking
through this situation the only thing we could come up with was that Drafty was
in such a position on the ground that he just couldn’t get his body to work to get
him to his feet. Where he was down he was on a slight slant with the feet on a
slight rise putting body and shoulder lower. (I know how I feel trying to get
up from things and it depends on the shape of that thing as to how easy or
difficult it is.)
Bottom
line is Drafty is fine. Do I regret calling the vet for a visit that was
normal? No. This way I know that things are good with Drafty. With these
geriatric horses, you never know what is going on in their systems. Beside,
while Doc was here, I had him check a couple of other things that were cropping
up but were not emergencies. I just hadn’t called him yet.
The
added bonus was an extreme lesson for Jon and Laura and for me, the gift of two
caring people giving support to my horse and me.
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