I’m sharing this account of what my horse went through for those who may be reading who think this is no big deal. I hope no one else, and no other horses suffer like this:
We’d nursed Melvin for three days, IV fluids, anti-inflammatory, I can’t recall what all… but each day he declined a little. We still were not sure what we were dealing with. A chewed on Cherry tree adjoining his pasture was a prime suspect.
On the fourth afternoon things just got worse each hour.
In Melly’s case, during the last hours, the vet was on his way, but very far away… so all I could do was wait and witness.
I’d gotten his IV reset at least three times, but each time he was becoming more volatile, and he wasn’t there, if you know what I mean. The last time I reinserted it, I did so quickly through the stall bars because it was just not safe to be in there. The vet had me dose banamine into his IV port, luckily before it became useless. It was what we had and was worth a shot.
He eventually ripped that IV out, throwing himself against the walls, even causing the boards between stall and aisle to bulge inwards.
I hopped into the stall across the aisle for safety. I had closed all the barn doors, because the horses outside were so upset watching him through the doors… as he just wheeled around and around, bumping his head into the dutch doorway, the stall bars, etc.
I was grateful I hadn’t moved him to the round pen, it wouldn’t have held him.
He had had his tongue out, sign of the neurological effect this was having, for about a day. First just the tip, cupped like a foal does sometimes when nursing, but eventually much farther out. And eventually he bit down on it so hard it was white. Colorless. Flopping away as he thrashed.
Then he started to roar. It sounded like a lion. It filled the barn and the little farm.
Luckily when he finally went down, he took one agonal breathe and was gone.
After, it was like after Dorothy’s house lands after being in the cyclone in The Wizard of Oz… From utter chaos and brutal noise to stunning silence in an instant.
The vet arrived shortly after that. He took several samples, including cerebrospinal fluid. It was a week later that we were put under quarantine from the state vet. Alas the barn owner, to whom I was a working student, had gone in for an emergency four way bypass the day after Melly died. So there I was, with a dead horse caring for the BOs farm under quarantine, because no one else could. After all my chores, I would spray down Melly’s stall with a disinfectant antiviral the vet told me to get. Each day, because “why not?”. I literally picked the bedding from between the rubber mats, vacuumed it all up with a shop vac and disposed of it, and sprayed the joints of the mats. I was so afraid this would get one of the other seven horses on the farm.
Melvin, JC name End Game, was 18.
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