Well folks, here he is: Aaruba the Miracle Horse, home from the hospital against all odds. He may not have won the Tevis Cup, but this guy is an endurance horse in my book.
He stepped off the trailer at 7:00 this evening, full of vigor and ready for a long roll in the lightly sprinkled sand of the round corral. Rising at last, he shook off the dirt and tension and dug right into the very same meal of beet pulp and senior feed he's been snubbing at the hospital.
Personally, I think he was on a hunger strike. (You want me to eat? Get me out of this bleeding stall, and we'll talk!)
He's now finished his paltry helping of soaked alfalfa and is giving me the pity eyes for more. He'll have to wait an hour yet. I'm taking no chances, even if he does have more lives than all the barn cats put together.
Thanks again, and again, and again to all of you for your encouragement, wisdom, and concern -- and to the best team of vets with whom I've ever had the pleasure to work. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Y'all are the best. Really.
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