Remember last spring, when Ben came up three-legged lame on turnout? With what turned out to be a torqued suspensory?
Looks like he’s managed to torque it again – same right hind fetlock
attachment – in the comfort of his own stall, on this dark and stormy
Derek Cavatorta, lucky fellow, had emergency coverage this evening and came through
the spitting snow to check out the horrifyingly immobile TB I found at
bedcheck. After history and exam, throughout which Ben was his usual sweetly
placid self, we settled on the suspensory as the likely culprit. Not good, but better than a broken pelvis or severed spinal nerve. So Ben got a
shot of Banamine and a good rub of Surpass, and I finally got to creep home
through the whipping snow.
I’ll be heading over to the barn in midmorning to check on Ben and update
Derek. Assuming the diagnosis isn’t altered by what I find, he’ll give me my
instructions for the convalescence. So I can look forward to another course of
stall rest (with Commander confined to keep him company, no doubt), Surpass,
bute, and tincture of time – but I hope Ben won’t require cold hosings this
time! Not in January, please please, not in January....