Yesterday I made my first outing after being laid low by a nasty stomach bug for two crappy weeks. Two weeks! I went hear our old friend and fellow horseman, Adwyn, play with the Colorado Chamber Music Society.
Adwyn's on the right
The concert was full of diversity, and I enjoyed it very much. It was held in a historic building dating from 1913. The building has tapestry bricks, terra cotta trim, and a tile roof. Cool.
David stayed home to take care of the horses, and Boomer was fine all day. But when I got home around 5 and stopped in to say Hi, he looked depressed and not his usual Alpha self at all. I took his temperature, and it was 104. Yikes! Dr. Gary came right out on a Saturday night, in spite of the fact that it's a l-o-n-g drive here, and Dr. Gary lives a l-o-n-g way in the opposite direction. The man is a Saint.
*Dr. Gary's house
*Dr. Gary's clinic
1 hour, 30 minutes
That's 3 hours, 30 minutes on the road just to take care of us. Furthermore, he told us to call him today (Sunday!!!) and let him know Boomer's temperature, because if it hadn't gone down, he'd come back and give him another shot. The man is a Saint. Did I say that before? Well, I don't think I can say it enough. We are so grateful.
Me - "that's a big shot, Dr. Gary"
Dr. Gary - "that's a big horse, Terry"
Today Boomer's temperature is coming down (102, still high, but a big improvement) and he's eating like a horse, so no long drive for Dr. Gary. We are dosing him with SMZs (the antibiotic Sulfamethoxazole), and he is currently standing out in the pasture, soaking up a little sun for a few hours. The only wrinkle in his life is that his BFF Ben is in a separate pasture to keep them from sharing cooties over the waterer. They can see each other, and they both seem content.
Boomer left, Ben right
Of course we are wondering why. Maybe it's the beautiful weather. We had some 11 degree lows, and we had a couple of days where we never got above freezing. The horses have full winter coats (except for Paj, geez), and now we're back in the 60s. I've always worried about colic with these temperature swings, and now I'm adding bronchitis to the list.
We are doing everything we can to keep it from spreading. Big-hearted neighbors Kate and Mike have 6 new rescues that we are eager to meet, but we'll restrain ourselves until the infectious period is over. Then we'll visit and blog all about it.
Get better soon, dear Boomer. We love you.