A Keeper

My favorite pony came up lame last Friday. I have had enough experience with lameness and grievous injuries to help me decide that he was probably fine. The temperature was hovering around zero, I didn’t want to haul him anywhere and there was no way to soak it. The weather was doing any icing for us. So we waited. By the next day he was putting more weight on it. The slight swelling around the ankle had spread a little higher but there was no more cause for concern.

The weekend was cold and, if not busy, difficult to get outside. Every time I checked my little Coyote looked fine. The swelling kept getting a little worse. Monday the child was a wee bit exasperating and I was tired so I never made it out to check the old boy. Today I looked over the fence and saw all four legs swollen with the original leg swelled up clear to the shoulder. It was somewhat concerning to say the least.

When we met my hard working husband for lunch I told him about my pony and despite being run ragged from a busy morning and a mile long list of things to do he insisted on coming home to hook up the trailer and watch the grouchy, sickly child so I could take Coyote to the vet. He did. I did. She said the pony would be fine. Gave me some bute and instructions to keep my husband cause you don’t find men like that every day.

I agreed wholeheartedly.

So my hard working, thoughtful, considerate husband, thank you so much, I’m not sure you realize how much I appreciated it and you.