Solo has been fighting for his life over the past five weeks at the NC State University Large Animal Hospital.
After all this time since the last post
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if there is anyone still out there reading, bless you)
, I wanted to tell you about how he recovered from his tendon bows & went back to frolicking with joy with his big-little "brother" in the fields. Because he did.
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Feeling good yesterday in the "horse-pital" paddock |
But in mid-June, following a horrific series of emergency vet calls & midnight vigils, I had to take him in to hospital in Raleigh for an emergency admission. When it began on a Thursday evening, we thought it was an allergic reaction, but the next Tuesday, we discovered he has an extremely rare infection of one salivary gland.
As in, this is only the 2nd case they have seen on the Soft Tissue service in 15 years.
We will never know the exact cause, it can be anything that irritates the opening of the gland under the tongue, a grass seed, a piece of food, a...? Like any injury in the mouth, once there is an opening, all the bacteria which normally live in your gut & the soil & the world, get into spaces they are not supposed to be. The result was large, infected abscesses that are still draining through two surgical incisions under his jaw.
To say it has been a difficult road would be a gross understatement. Two weeks ago, we were having the conversation about euthanasia, twice. Solo, however, has remained true to his nature: his heart defies the limitations suggested by his body. I drove to Raleigh twice expecting to have to say goodbye to my best friend, but Solo shocked us all & said no, he was far from done.
I do have photos of the progression of the drain tracts, infection, & incredible healing, but they are extremely graphic, so I will not post them directly without a warning (
I could link them, but the site I used to use for that no longer offers that service). I drove home many times after helping with treatments, covered in blood, pus, necrotic tissue, & steeped in reeking anaerobic bacteria.
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Packed main drainage incision last weekend, looking really good |
Today, I watched my horse hang out in a paddock, graze on clover, talk to his horsey neighbours, & enjoy a good roll. It was a gift beyond measure that brought the good kind of tears to my eyes as I smelled his warm fur in a hug. Even more so because there have been far too many of the other kind of tears in the past month.
He is very close to being able to come home: as soon as the drainage tract no longer requires packing, I can take over his care. He is feeling like himself again, fat, sassy, no pain meds for the past week, & eating & pooping & drinking well.
The most difficult part is the currently impossible financial situation, made even more complex because this entire thing has been once of uncertainly & creeping increments. With no case history in the scientific literature, we had no way of predicting how things would go. With stutters & complications, there have not been any big "opportunities" to have any kind of budget plan (
if that is even possible with horse anything). And now, we are beyond invested, better beyond expectation, & cannot risk attempts at short cuts.
I haven't figured that part out yet. I am enormously grateful to kind contributions made by our wonderful friend, Erica, & my mom. Huge thanks to my neighbour, who has been sheltering Encore during all of this. Whenever I get half a chance to breathe between this & the busiest time of year at work, I will have to look into options, as I've already put my own medical care & everything else short of electricity & fuel on hold.
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I get the best people |
There aren't words to encompass my gratitude towards the incredible team who worked alongside us with compassion, insight, phenomenal communication, respect, & sheer brilliance:
- Drs. Timo Prange & Callie Fogle
- Drs. Alex Fowler, Laura Marley, Kelly Shaw & Arlie Manship
- Solo's Interns - George, Megan, & Emily (& now Leland)
As well as all the techs & hospital staff going out of their way to give Solo baths, scratches, treats, hold his food when it hurt too much to eat off the ground, take him for walks, & so much more...
This is not something that I would do for any horse, nor has it been embarked upon lightly. But I have never in my many years among horses & people, experienced a relationship like this one. Solo is 21, but looks half that; he remains strong, healthy, & even his student interns have noted his determination & enthusiasm for living.
If Solo had told me he was done fighting, I would have let him go, that was a promise I made to him long ago. And a responsibility of care that I have carried out for other beloved friends when it was time. But he didn't. And he has always been there for me, even through the darkest time of my life that defied expression. He quite literally saved my life.
So as long as there is breath in me, I will be there for him. And I will do everything I can to return the favour.