soggy donkey herder on Nostr: Last Friday was a big bad first anniversary for me — one year before, on 11/29/23, ...
Last Friday was a big bad first anniversary for me — one year before, on 11/29/23, my mare Miss D stopped eating. I rushed her to the vet, where they figured out she’d eaten a nibble of a poisonous weed and her liver was failing. The prognosis was really bad, because there’s no antidote, just supportive therapy. She pulled through somehow, going through a huge chunk of our savings but making a complete recovery. She was in the equine hospital for, iirc, ten days.
But she made it back home to her donkey, and she adores the four meals a day routine I’ve adopted to get all of her meds and supplements in her. She’s 22 years old now, and the big poisoning definitely turned her into an old lady. But she loves to eat, and she loves to go thunder around the meadow every now and then, and I’m so grateful.
The one year mark was weirdly cathartic for me: look! She’s made it a whole year! No ticking bomb of organ failure went off. Something else may get her as soon as tomorrow, but the goddamn ragweed didn’t do her in.
And now I can cry again. I didn’t realize until this weekend, when I had a sad and cried a little and felt better, but I hadn’t cried since before the disaster. My brain has finally stopped waiting for one particular disaster, and it’s a real relief.
But she made it back home to her donkey, and she adores the four meals a day routine I’ve adopted to get all of her meds and supplements in her. She’s 22 years old now, and the big poisoning definitely turned her into an old lady. But she loves to eat, and she loves to go thunder around the meadow every now and then, and I’m so grateful.
The one year mark was weirdly cathartic for me: look! She’s made it a whole year! No ticking bomb of organ failure went off. Something else may get her as soon as tomorrow, but the goddamn ragweed didn’t do her in.
And now I can cry again. I didn’t realize until this weekend, when I had a sad and cried a little and felt better, but I hadn’t cried since before the disaster. My brain has finally stopped waiting for one particular disaster, and it’s a real relief.