I snuck out into my horse's pasture in the dark last night, bearing a broken-up carrot and a syringe. I gave him his fifth Pentosan injection and fed him the bits of broken carrot. Loved on him for a moment and got my fill of that horse smell. And then I glanced over to the jump still set up and fell apart, yet again. I don't even think it's about the jumping any more, so much as it's just everything. The maintenance my old man requires in order to feel like a functional and comfortable horse. The idea that we're plugging holes on a sinking ship.
Archie had his hocks done on Thursday. He's had them done before, back in Aiken, and lemme just say again how much I love my current vet. I question seriously if I would be able to provide as much maintenance for the old man if the vet didn't have such reasonable prices. This round of injections cost me over two hundred dollars less than the place in Aiken, which was so long ago that I'm certain they've gone up.
|In Aiken, getting his hocks done. I'm gonna say maybe the one time my horse has had a twitch on?|
|Getting his fetlock done.|
I sure do miss that tan!
So, the good news: y'all were dead-on about the cost of Pentosan and as soon as I mentioned it to my vet, he sent the script and I had a bottle in my grubby hands by the end of the week. I've budgeted for the year (yes, the YEAR) and I've finagled everything so that if he starts feeling the slightest bit shitty, I have enough wiggle room to do either his hocks or his fetlock at any point. Maybe even both, given the week. Fingers crossed we keep this ship from sinking for a little while longer!