My cell phone glitched and dropped the vet into voicemail without ringing. I checked the message with eyes closed and heart pounding, ready to be told the time was here for a very difficult conversation.
My vet's voice was utterly astonished. "Your miracle horse did it again."
This morning's rectal exam revealed no distended small intestine. Aaruba didn't reflux much overnight, and is much brighter this morning. Just like last time, in October 2007, he should not have survived this. It was almost impossible the first time...but a second? Amazing.
Now, we walk the dicey path of putting him back on feed and exploring management strategies to deal with the mysterious, underlying small intestine problem that seems to be responsible for these near-lethal episodes.
Don't put those curb chains away just yet.
(For those who are wondering, COTH forum readers collectively refer to prayers, good thoughts, positive energies, and the like as "jingling," as in, the hopeful jingling of curb chains.)