While Presto’s foal fort experiment was a failure, the muzzle was a success. He was really angry about it, but yesterday he wasn’t colicky at all. He got extra fluids and more plasma via his IV, and this morning they’re going to re-ultrasound to see how his small intestine looks. Fingers majorly crossed for a less angry, more normal looking intestine so that he can try having some milk again.
Amidst all of this going on with Presto, Henry has been a bit of the forgotten child. Luckily he doesn’t seem to mind, and everyone was more than willing to make sure he was taken care of while I was gone. The barn worker kept him fly sprayed, and Karen even went over once last week to give him cookies. Apparently he was not derpy around her, which makes me think it really must be me.
I came home to a fat, sassy Henry who seemed happy to see me (it’s probably just because I equal more cookies, but whatever) and seems to have not missed a beat. And, honestly, being around him has really helped to raise my spirits in general. My thoughts are still always with Presto, but Henry provides some much needed levity to the current situation. It’s funny, before Presto was born I was stressing out about which shows I was going to get to and how badly I needed a dressage lesson, blah blah blah. All of that is on hold now, and none of it really feels like it matters that much. I’m just really thankful to have Henry.