November has come and gone and the fatmare has just been sitting here alone since my short post about Hickstead.
My black mare, Aspen, colicked a few nights after Thanksgiving. It was a strange evening. I came back from dinner with the hubby and decided to give the horses hay before going in the house. I normally wait until 11pm or so but that night I went as soon as we got home.
As I approached the front field, I heard a nicker from Aspen that sounded different. I grabbed the hay and went to throw it over the fence. It was a moon lit night so I could see the outline of her body lying on the ground. It seemed odd that she was laying down. I gave her the hay and she got up but then laid down again. All I could think was colic!
I ran to inside the house in a panicked state and got my husband to call the vet. In the meantime, we gave her an injection and took her vitals. The vet was wonderful and ended up spending a few hours here. She recovered fine after days of monitoring and a special diet.
The biggest lesson for me was how we all worked together to help her. It was so seamless. I felt like Aspen knew she needed us and we showed up!