Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Further reading

Things are - thankfully - quiet here.  My senior kitty had her teeth cleaned today, and I had to apologize to the vet tech when I realized that... well, of the last 3 vet appointments I've attended, I put animals down at two of them.  (Which I mean, I guess it's good that I don't have to take the animals to the vet often?  But yeah.  Could have done without that realization.)

I'm waiting at this point to hear back from the equine vet to get the official name of what Justice had.  We kind of had to put it together - thanks to the shock of everything, between myself and my BOs, we had 'detached retina,' 'cataracts,' and 'something that started with an A and sounded like asphyxia.'  That is... that is not something one can easily Google.  lol

What we believe she said was aniridia, after perusing the list here (warning: crazy eye pictures, some kind of nasty).  Down at the very bottom, it says this:

APPALOOSA 1. Congenital stationary night blindness (CSNB)
2. Congenital cataracts
3. Glaucoma
4. ERU
5. Optic disc colobomas
ARABIAN 1. Congenital cataracts
BELGIAN DRAFT HORSES 1. Aniridia and secondary cataracts
2. Cataracts

Belgian, huh?

Well, let's look at the pedigree.  Justice's daddy is the result of a Belgian breeding to a Belgian/Appy cross.  And then we looked at Justice's mother, and her grand-dam was the result of an Appy crossed to a Belgian/Quarter Horse cross.

Well, then

Digging a bit further... it's rare, and it's congenital.  So hooray for winning the shit lottery.  There's some suspicion now that the previous owner of Justice's sire either neglected to mention some important information regarding his foals or sold the babies before anything cropped up.  Hard to tell, hard to say.

Right now, my plans are pretty much "get Cessa under saddle, damn it," but my BOs - as mentioned elsewhere - are awesome and have offered me either a baby from this year's or next year's crop or a custom breeding.  I'm going to play it by ear right now.  If a baby appeals, awesome.  If a baby doesn't appeal... this guy should be ready to breed next year, and it turns out that I have a good momma mare...

He's 3 this year, so not quite so adorable - but look at the cuteness!
I mean... the chances of getting a brown baby are super high, and I do love my browns and bays.  And there's not a bad chance of getting a) LP (thanks to him) and b) actual leopard spots (courtesy of Cessa).  And he's suuuuuper calm and sane, so he might just dial down Cessa's attitude a bit.  Full draft, so the foal would be ~75% draft from approved parents, and thus eligible for the same registry as Justice.  And I might have baby name ideas.  So I could cross my fingers for a brown leopard filly.

Of course, given that my BOs have produced at least one foal where there was a 2% chance of getting that exact color and pattern combination... I am already prepared that if I do do this, I'm going to get a chestnut colt with either no LP or just LP with no pattern - and Cessa's attitude!

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Not the post I was intending to write

Today was supposed to be Justice being gelded and getting his eyes checked over.

One of those things happened.

The vet took a look at Justice's eyes.  She believes it's a genetic disease or defect - I don't know that she said what it was, so we're just going to go with "genetic component that can affect them anywhere up to age 8."  His father seems to be either unaffected or only mildly affected (he's kind of spooky, but we don't have a clear indication that he can't see).  His mother is just now at age 8 showing signs of vision problems.  And of course of his two half-sisters, one cannot see at all out of one eye and the other occasionally has issues with vision but is mostly fine.  There's nothing she can do about it.

The vet also said that with his level of vision impairment... it wasn't fair to him to anesthetize him to geld him, and it was likely to be dangerous for humans and horse alike.  She said point-blank that she wouldn't do it today, period.

She also said that the best thing would be to put him down.

Of course she said to take my time, take as long as I needed, she could always come back, etc.  But I looked at the spooky idiot freaking out so badly he was sweating in the stall because he wasn't with his friends, and I realized... I didn't need to wait. 

It was kinder to do it now, rather than wait and give him a chance to get injured or whatever and have to make the decision later.  It was easier on me to do it now, rather than have the days or weeks of waiting and knowing it was coming.  My husband was initially excited about Justice, but when the eye problems started, he kind of stepped back and let me know that - especially after we'd just lost our dog - he wasn't ready to really bond with an animal with that serious a health issue, so I didn't really need to call him first.  So I let everyone know that once we got done gelding Justice's daddy, we would be putting Justice himself down.

My BOs are wonderful, wonderful people; Justice will be buried in the north part of the property with the other horses they've lost over the years.

I am... very sad, and feeling a little guilty because aside from the eyes, he was so healthy and finally looking like a decent horse - but mostly I'm a little tearful, but OK.  I'm not gonna lie - this has been a possibility in the back of my head since the eye issues first cropped up, if only as a worry that he might not adapt to blindness well and need to be put down for the safety and/or sanity of all involved.  And there wasn't a question in my mind when the vet made her recommendation that she didn't know exactly what she was talking about, and that this was the best decision I could make.  And even despite all of that, it sucks.

Friday, January 19, 2018


I swear to god, I'm starting to think that the universe will end when we finally actually get Justice's nuts off and eyes inspected.

Hey, who looks sorta like a real horse?
The specialist trip fell through three times through November and December, because between myself and the two BOs, we had a horse, a truck, a trailer, and someone that knew how to drive the truck and trailer - but never all on the same day.  The days that worked for the BO with the working truck didn't work for the specialist.  The other BO had the trailer, but not the truck.  I've never driven a truck and trailer before, and I wasn't quite prepared to learn on a multi-hour odyssey that involves major highways under road construction.
At least from some angles. *facepalm*

After consultation with the BOs and a different vet than the usual one, we finally decided to cancel the specialist entirely and schedule with the new vet.  She needed to come out to do some "brain surgery" anyway, and Justice needs his off, so we decided to do it all in one fell swoop.

That was going to be the 16th.  We set that up early January.

This was the forecast for the 15th and 16th, as of the 15th:
Haha. Hahahahahaha.  Hahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

There was a stunning lack of enthusiasm about this whole 28 degrees thing, as one might imagine.  Our initial attempt to wuss out was to say, "Hey, Doc, is it too cold?"

"Oh, no, I've done geldings at 15 degrees before.  It'll be fine."

Yeah, Cessa, I'm impressed too.
So we girded our loins and prepared to deal with the fucking cold on Tuesday afternoon.  (At least it was afternoon?)

And then bright and early Tuesday morning, BO #2 (who's been coordinating the appointment) texted us.

Cats are easier to herd sometimes!  Due to a previously unknown requirement by Dr. to have "some way to keep the tools thawed" (ie, a portable fire source), we are not doing this today.


We're rescheduled for the end of the month.  Next week is forecast to be in the 60s (go home, Mother Nature, you're drunk - it was 4 the other morning!), so anyone want to take bets on whether it's stupid-cold for the appointment again?

Monday, January 1, 2018

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Everybody's posting goals, and I feel like such a slacker for not really having any.

Well, that's not true.  Right now, I have exactly two goals for this year.
This time for real.
Cessa will get saddle training some time in the spring.  (And hopefully oh my god, mare, being tied is not a game of break-the-equipment re-education while she's there...)

Year 3 coming up!
And Justice gets his nuts off and diagnostics on his eyeballs mid-month.

I'd like to get one or both of them out to shows this year, but the lady that runs the show circuit we usually go to had a double lung transplant (!!) around Thanksgiving and is only going to run about half her usual number of shows this year.  So we'll have to look around and see what we can find here in the Land of Stock Horses that won't turn up their noses too badly at our drafties. lol

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Happy Holidays!

Is this food?
It doesn't look like food...
Hey guys, is this thing food?
This. Is. Not. Food.
You've got to be kidding me, human.
I hear sleigh bells!  It's Santa, and he has FOOD!

Happy Holidays, everyone!

Monday, December 4, 2017

Grown up halters!

I mean, it's on the smallest of holes and still a bit baggy, but he can wear an Average Horse-sized halter now!

Looking more and more like a big boy.
I tried to tell my DH that it's a manly halter.  Apparently silver dots on the metal that kind of look like rhinestones if you squint disqualify it as manly.  lol

Thursday, November 30, 2017

NaBloPoMo Day 30 - Your future with horses

The realistic view here is that I hope to always have a riding horse (or two).  Or at least a horse or two.

If I were unrealistic?  Gimme lottery money and I've got plans.  lol

And hey, look!  I wrote something for all 30 prompts... even if they weren't all written on the right days. :)