There’s an old Zippo-bred gelding at the sanctuary I volunteer at that has acute laminitis, according to me. I texted the sanctuary owner tonight and he replied that he’d “start something new” with him. Pretty sure that just means more bute. Aargh! A number of horses look to me to have low-grade laminitis also. That’s what we get in California I guess after 13 atmospheric rivers and a growing season that still hasn’t ended. I told the owner last Sunday and he said he’d restrict grazing and get the hay tested but neither happened. I knew they wouldn’t happen because I know the owner is maxed out re: time and money and he’s a senior with a bad back and about 75 horses and no paid staff only about 10 years total of experience with horses.
My own involvement at this place is: (1) I do almost all of the hoof trimming, mostly gratis, because I have the skillset to make the horses more comfortable. (2) There are two horses at the rescue that I’ve been training and riding for the last five years, one I’m proud of the job I’ve done and he keeps me sharp, the other is just super likeable and cute and is helping me become kinder, softer, and more loving. (3) I boarded my own beloved horse there until he passed away in March of this year. Really miss him.
So, if I go tomorrow to see “my” two project horses or to trim somebody I’ll be walking past poor Zip, pointing his front feet downhill in the little damp hollow he has made for himself in the softest corner of his paddock. I’m not mentally, emotionally, or financially prepared to administer the care I think it would mean: ice buckets up to his knees, styrofoam boots, special diet probably forever. Or euthanasia. 'Cause it’s not. my. horse. Looks like him. But it’s not.
It really hurts me inside to see Zip suffering. I already get actual nightmares about foundering horses-- it’s a trigger of mine. If I don’t go I won’t see it but he’ll still be suffering and I’ll still feel helpless and guilty. If I quit volunteering there I will lose some relationships that are important to me, including the two project horses. And all those hooves will overgrow and crack and distort and hurt…
So, how do I manage this so as to sleep nights? Any wisdom out there? Some kind of reality check?
(I did get another boarder to get the hay tested. Probably we’ll tap COTH wisdom again for help interpreting results when they come in.)