…is a happy horse. And the keepers of a horse who won’t eat because of colic are unhappy people. Our good friend Geronimo went through a few days of being an unhappy horse. Some devoted veterinary care and a whole lot of pesky interference on the part of Karla and me has seemed to help Geronimo on his way back to robust health. The vet’s prognosis was “guarded.” But now Ger, who is 27 years old, looks at least as good as any other 27-year-old.
Who knows what caused the turnaround? Was it our taking Geronimo on forced marches in order to get his innards churning? Was it our making him wear a great big blanket-like cover to keep him warm? Was it all the love poured out by Hilary’s Facebook friends that we read to him (he understands everything by the way). The twice-daily doses of Banamine (a pain reliever and muscle relaxer)? The homeopathic arnica? The brushing and rubbing? The repeated lifting of his stomach with a horse blanket pulled up by both of us standing on either side of him to get things moving?
Or did Geronimo really decide on his own to stay alive and healthy in order to be the first horse that Hilary and Luke’s child sits on?
Thank you all so much for your outpouring of love for The World’s Greatest Horse!
2 comments:
Fantastic! That's another miracle.
That's wonderful news about Hilary and Luke AND about Geronimo's recovery :)
I think it is an incredible coincidence that you will become a Grandpa the same year Linda and Robbie have achieved that status.
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