Heather took several pictures of Harley's eye yesterday during her examination. This morning I found 2 of those in my email, but for some reason I could only get one to download to my computer. Technological stuff is such a challenge for me...
I wanted to keep this picture for record keeping reasons and my blog is the best way for me to keep a chronological journal of everything. My memory's just not what it used to be; honestly, not many things are. :) You know, the old grey mare and all that? Anyway, if you're one of those types that cannot bear looking at photos of a squeamish nature, fair warning...don't look; if not, take a look at a very good example of what we believe to be a ruptured corneal ulcer. Remember that knowledge is power, and if you can readily recognize what a corneal ulcer looks like, you might be able to get veterinary help immediately and hopefully prevent a rupture with proper treatment. I say hopefully, because sometimes against all odds, shit happens.
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| March 18, 2013 |
Poor Harley is having a run of bad luck I'm afraid. Or rather, what seems to be a habitual pattern in his life. I always want to know; why does this crap always happen to the good horses? I wish I knew the answer to that, so that my mind could wrap around it better, you know, have some understanding. But I guess that's just not meant to be. As I continue to learn in this life, some things just happen for unknown reasons and as I'm slowly learning to accept..."it is, what it is". Life isn't always fair, best to just get used to that.
But I digress...yesterday afternoon my husband turned Harley and Kadie out from the round pen where they'd been cooling their jets after Heather left. Harley walked out and ran squarely into the dozing Eagle's butt. *sigh* This startled Eagle (I think) and he kicked Harley squarely in the chest. Harley was freaked, spun around and Eagle kicked him squarely in the butt. I'm not sure why he had to kick him again, but maybe it made him mad? Not sure...anyway, Harley decided to get the hell out of Dodge, sprinting away from Eagle and ran directly into a telephone pole-sized post and hit it hard enough (with his head) that the post is now sitting at an angle. I tried straightening the pole, but no go. And of course, now he has a large abrasion about an inch above his left eye (yes, the bad one) and another abrasion down the bridge of his nose. I just don't know how we're supposed to keep this horse safe. It just breaks my heart.
Anyway, suffice it to say that our evening was generally not a good one. I was upset, my husband was upset, I'm pretty sure Harley had a major headache and we all felt pretty disheartened about the whole mess. My husband was ready to shoot Eagle and I just wanted to crawl away and pretend that everything was going to be alright. We just finished up the chores, brought the horses in for the night, got them fed, doctored Harley as best as we could (he was not having much of it) and called it a night.
I appreciate everyone's kind comments and certainly all the well-wishes and prayers on Harley's behalf. Probably more than you'd think...right now, I feel like we're in need of all the help we can get. I'm feeling very discouraged and am starting to question our motives with everything that concerns Harley. Are we doing right by him? Is he living a life of quality? I don't really know...before recent events, I would have soundly responded with a yes, but now I'm unsure. Tough questions and tougher decisions. I really dislike being in this position.
On a brighter note, here's a picture I received recently from our son Justin. This is Jenny and our grandkids. This was taken in January, 2013 in their yard in Nez Perce, Idaho. Cute little turds aren't they?
Left to right are David, Jack, Jenny and little Kaylee...love them to pieces.
Wishing warm blessings to all,
Lorie @ Cingspots
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| Winter 2012 Jenny & Grandkids |
Wishing warm blessings to all,
Lorie @ Cingspots
