I haven't been able to write about it because in all honesty, I haven't been able to think about it. But as Solo & I try to take care of each other, he reminds me that we don't have to be alone. So I wanted to try & share for the many of you who have been part of our journey.
On August 5th (it still feels like yesterday), I walked out to replenish fly spray layers during my lunch break. It was a horrifically muggy Friday that was about to worsen by orders of magnitude. My eyes snapped to Solo's forelegs as he was standing slightly out in front, unusual for him. And a pit opened in my stomach when I saw his right front pastern was swollen & there, in mid-cannon, was the smallest bulge of a textbook bow.
|This one's sore, mom... (post-first-aid, obviously)|
|Day 2, post-hose tendon bow|
Except a week later, the amazing Erica was visiting to help with care & repairs, when we discovered during a wrap change that the left front had succumbed to a matching support bow. I am so grateful that she was here for support, as that crushing discovery alone would have been that much worse.
The first few weeks have been full of stressful worry for my shining buddy. He developed running diarrhea from the anxiety of not being able to follow Encore down the fenceline. Trying to keep heat & moisture out of tendons during the hottest month in the literal modern record of the planet, with humidity you could drink, was exhausting in itself.
I can report that Solo has begun to stabilize. We have returned to normal poo (always a cause for equine celebration). It is 30 degrees cooler outside & swelling has been absent under wraps. There is hardly any heat at all when the wraps are changed. No limping, which is critical in such big animals. And we're down to 1 gram of bute a day just to keep any swelling from temptation.
Prison breaks both our hearts, as I watch the horse who discovered pure joy in a galloping leap, gaze over his fence with longing you can touch. But he has achieved two jailbreaks, one this week, & after ascertaining no harm done, I took solace from the renewing spark in his eye. He will never return to a riding career, but all I need to know is that he is comfortable & happy.
Solo gave me an entire world, a sphere of irreplaceable gifts in moments & adventure. I still need him here to light the path ahead though.
|Because he literally walks on water... Photo by Brant Gamma|