Aaruba was ready to see me when I went to visit him this afternoon. He was also ready to go for a brisk walk to check out the sights around the hospital, play with the resident tabby, and apply his mind to a little remedial groundwork lesson to relieve the boredom of hanging out on an IV all day.
As reassuring as it was to see him bright eyed and comfortable, we're not out of the woods yet. He's being offered a small amount of water, but no feed yet. He refluxed half a gallon around lunchtime, which is concerning but not devastating. They'll try refluxing him again in about an hour; hopefully, we won't get anything this time.
Here's the heartbreaking news: We're relatively certain now that Aaruba has something anatomically wrong with his small intestine. We'll do our best to diagnose and manage it, but our options are limited in both departments. Even if he recovers from this episode, it's probably just a matter of time before we face another round.
I don't know how many miracles one horse can manage.