Remember, we have a new farrier who came out and did a bit of work on Jackson three weeks ago. He didn't get too aggressive because Jackson was clearly uncomfortable. So, he scheduled a return visit a few weeks later to finish up the trim.
That few weeks later visit was Wednesday. And it didn't go well.
Since the last visit, Jackson spent some sunny days in the arena, on dry sand, with Lucy and Pistol and then we moved him into the pasture with them, when Brett finished repairing/replacing their fence. The pasture is 99% dry, with one patch of wet ground in the bottom corner. Jackson has spent months -- since last November -- living in the covered round pen. He was stoic about it; but he doesn't like it. He wants to be out with the rest of the herd, to be out in the sunshine and the wind, to live like a horse. I couldn't deny him that. If you don't have quality of life, what's life worth? Not a whole heck of a lot.
So, Wednesday. The farrier found thrush in three of four hooves; laminitic flare up; possible white line; some blood at the toe; an abscess (that the farrier burst and now Jackson thinks this farrier is the best thing ever). And, the front hooves (where he is most laminitic) are just growing really funky. He didn't want to trim much with out the benefit of a vet exam and x-rays.
Jackson has an appointment next week with our favorite vet. I trust her completely and I don't want to take him to someone with whom I don't have full faith on this situation. If the prognosis is grim... well, I don't want to be second guessing the source. Last night I wrote up his entire medical history for her. It was a depressing exercise.
Between now and then, I am treating the thrush with this stuff called Dry Cow. It's an antibiotic. The farrier cleaned out the frogs and gave them a thorough treatment with thrush meds; now I'm flushing with the antibiotic twice a day.
And I'm trying to stay positive. But, deep down, I'm very worried and my heart feels like a sack of stones is pulling it down.