And we are still at it.
Last night, the mare was doing well. We really pushed food down her and she was beginning to look much better so, after this massive food drive, we left her at 04:00 to get some sleep.
Stupidly I thought we were out of the woods. Idiot me.
I got a message later in the morning saying she was depressed again and had stopped eating and really this was it. The End.
So Daisy and I dashed over, took one look and decided she needed quick energy and now. We had been given a recipe (thank you thank you thank you – you know who you are xxxx) that apparently helped so I begged and borrowed the ingredients, reckoned we had nothing to lose and we put the gunk down her.
Miracles of miracles, it worked and very well.
Kind folk were sent to the furthest ends of Shetland for more ingredients and Lerwick now has no Complan, honey, glucose or porridge oats.
3 tablespoons of runny honey
400ml of water
plus a couple of handfuls porridge oats
The idea is to get in 4,000 calories each day so that works out at 3 hourly feeds with unlimited anything else the mare wants. Every time she gets depressed, I squirt Rescue Remedy in her mouth and that does wonders too.
She likes food that is fresh, little and often and I duly oblige by holding an old washing up bowl for her to pick at. Freshly picked grass or mare and foal mix is the chosen food today.
The vet came (as he was in the area) and agreed that whatever we were doing was obviously working. He left us with this haemotology report and it is not pretty reading. The mare’s temperature and heart rate are normal now but she is in some discomfort so he gave her an anti-inflammatory analgesic injection.
This is my pile of iv fluids.
And so we head back into the night and we will keep going. We give her time to rest and sleep between bottles. She needs that and then rallies and asks for food.
More vibes, peoples, please, more vibes. This fat lady (me) ain’t singing yet.