Paul and Lily fixed the hot wire that "encourages" the horses to stay out of the hay garage. (For some reason, I posted about their exploits here.)
Nobody colicked. I keep the hay off of the ground with a "floor" of plywood boards and wood pallets on top of bricks. Somebody with their great horse-weight crashed through in several places during their Hay Feast the other night, and Lucy is lame. Lucy is never lame.
I can't find any heat or cuts. I assume when your Big Pig Self crashes through a floor not meant to hold horses, something could twist or turn. For my peace of mind, I'm going to pretend that she's not lame. If she's not better in a week or so, I'll call the vet.
Mantra: Lucy is sound, Lucy is sound, Lucy is sound.
This is because my New Year's resolution is to ride her three times a week. It's too cold for me to ride (Lily is riding at this moment -- I'm inside with my coat on) so It's Too Cold to Ride and Lucy is Sound.
My niece is my horse vet and she's wonderful. She moved to another part of the state a month ago, a wonderful opportunity for her at a big lay-up barn they're building to catch the North-South traffic on I-95. It will also have a surgery and a team of several vets. I started missing her before she packed the first box.
If she were here, all I'd have to do is call her and she'd stop by. We'd have a nice visit. She'd run her hands up and down Lucy's legs and tell me there was nothing she was worried about.
So I'm not going to worry either. At least not today.
I don't want to think about all the things it could be. A vet once told me to throw away my veterinary encyclopedia because it wasn't helping me. I thought he was being funny, but I think he might be right. I need to let go of the things I can't help.
I had to reschedule the appointment for hospice about my mother next week because it conflicted with an orthodontist appointment for Lily.
I'm grateful Lucy and Buddy didn't colic. I wish Lucy wasn't doing a good impersonation of a lame horse. I just can't carry it all, though.
Lucy is sound until proven otherwise. Later. Later. Always later.