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Post by cardicorgi on May 21, 2008 16:28:24 GMT -5
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Post by leahlady on May 21, 2008 17:55:04 GMT -5
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Post by safehorses on May 21, 2008 19:43:01 GMT -5
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Post by huskiesnhorses on May 21, 2008 20:02:33 GMT -5
I went to see Ms. Lily today and 10 minutes after I got there - Monica showed up! So, Lily had two of us - one on each side - talking (to her and each other) giving her a massage and lots of scritches while she ate her lunch.
She was much brighter today when I got there - I would say on a scale of 1 to 10 she was a 7 today whereas yesterday she was a 4 or a 5.
It's always hardest when they are so young. Now is the time to hug your own and say a kind word to someone who may really need your support. This is taking a toll on all of us.
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Post by Kea's Crest on May 22, 2008 10:48:51 GMT -5
Well we are sure keeping our fingers crossed for Lily out here on the Peninsula. Lots of good thoughts sent her way from all of us at Kea's Crest.
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Post by monicabee on May 22, 2008 11:34:02 GMT -5
I am so happy I saw Lily. With Val there, we were at least able to surround her with some familiar sounds and feelings - and she ate all her grain. Of course it also brought up all the sadness and anger too, that Lily should be in such a perilous situation. I wrote about it this morning somewhat stream of consciousness: blog.seattlepi.nwsource.com/horsebytes/archives/139461.aspThe sadness I felt on leaving was helped tremendously by hearing Hope's baby nicker imperiously, imitating his mama as she greeted me with a "feed me" call, by seeing Kokomo standing at the gate for his greeting, and all the others. |
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Post by jaybird on May 22, 2008 11:43:23 GMT -5
beautiful story, Monica....you captured the scene very well...so sad |
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Post by cardicorgi on May 22, 2008 12:19:32 GMT -5
Monica that was really moving. |
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Post by safehorses on May 22, 2008 13:37:56 GMT -5
Very beautiful writing Monica...you have a true gift.
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Post by coconut on May 22, 2008 15:23:01 GMT -5
oh my  My heart is so full it's coming out of my eyes Monica, your piece on Lily is truly beautiful, despite it's sadness. I wish, too, that I could help pull her towards wellness. I've tried so hard to erase the memory I have of the small little woman who I met on the pasture in Monroe the fateful day I found Coconut. I have to hate what she did to all of these precious horses. It's still surreal that it could have happened. I've learned not to trust words when it comes to horses. Seeing is believing. I doubt that it makes any difference to her now, but in my heart I'd like to think that she's awaken from whatever it was that caused her to make life (and death) so hard on these horses. I'd hope that every day she is haunted by what she's done. I can not and will not ever defend what she did, even if it was mental illness, but I do hope that she realizes what her actions resulted in & never lives a day that isn't filled with horror and remorse. I'm probably being too kind... I agree that it's impossible to imagine that she ate dinner and went to sleep every night while her horses were dying right under her nose. That cold/wet day on the pasture and the days that followed haunt me. There are few days I don't think about it. Every time I learn of another horse that suffers at it's human captor's hand takes me back there. It's so confusing to think that she commented to her husband (?) that she liked how I looked deeply into Coconut's eyes when I was checking her over. She said it low enough that it wasn't neccessarily meant for my ears, but I heard it. Even then it didn't mesh with what I was seeing. I had a hard time processing that statement while my gut was telling me that everything was wrong about the whole situation. I didn't know I was stepping into a place that I would never return from...I am forever changed. Hopefully for the better! Baby Lily, we all hoped you were the strong one; the one least effected by the lack of care, but sadly it seems you are not spared it's agony...it's not fair that you must go through this. |
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Post by trillium on May 22, 2008 17:11:25 GMT -5
This is such a sad situation, poor Little Lily.
I will keep hoping until the end, that she can turn around and get better.
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Post by cat67 on May 22, 2008 17:20:37 GMT -5
I agree that it's impossible to imagine that she ate dinner and went to sleep every night while her horses were dying right under her nose. I have no problem imagining it. That's what people like her are like. Look at MeSue, do you think the knowledge that she sent Colin to his death put HER off her feed? Ha. All we can do is keep trying to clean up the messes people like this make...and publicly shame them for them. |
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Post by monicabee on May 22, 2008 20:41:47 GMT -5
 Lily seemed much brighter today... I stopped by on my way home, a little after 4 o.clock, and she was positively chipper. That may have been because it was near the dinner hour - she did poke her nose in her feed tub a couple of times, whinnied twice when she heard horses outside, and was much busier touching me, even tried to tear the blue booties. She offered a substantial bribe to someone who will cut that bandage off around her neck because it is really itchy underneath. It was heartening to see her so lively, with her head up, and curious about goings on outside, especially the goats in the mini golf area. I hope that her improved exterior is matched by better bloodwork. Coconut, if you could have felt Lily lean her head on your chest while you scratcher her cheeks, it would have helped a lot. She is not a troubled soul or an empty heart, just a little horse willing to take each day she is given.
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Post by jodycat on May 22, 2008 21:20:15 GMT -5
Lily seemed much brighter today... I stopped by on my way home, a little after 4 o.clock, and she was positively chipper. . . .It was heartening to see her so lively, with her head up, and curious about goings on outside, especially the goats in the mini golf area. I hope that her improved exterior is matched by better bloodwork. This is so good to hear! Are we really stuck with tomorrow as a deadline for improvement? I have personally had a number of animals (never horses, but still..) who, against all odds and against what their vets feared, did recover and go on to thrive. Do we really know that if her blood isn't better by tomorrow, there is no hope? I am not a wealthy woman, just one with few wants or needs. But I would be willing to spring for another day in the hospital, if the vets thought that she could be given a little more time, based on the improvement in her spirit and temperament. And thank you so much for this post, Monica. I'm sure it lifted some other spirits besides mine. |
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Post by schwung on May 22, 2008 22:52:47 GMT -5
I did not talk to the vets today directly, but heard that the bloodwork showed no change today. Tomorrow will be a tough day. I don't believe there is anything else that can be done. I don't think more time will better the situation, or different drugs or treatments, or anything else. That is the impression I was given. Obviously, I will make sure that is the case - that there are no options for her. I know it is even harder when she seems bright and alert, but I also understand that she is a walking time bomb - with no immune system or ability to produce her own platelets, its just a matter of time before a little bump causes her to bleed out or one tiny bacteria leads to a massive infection. We can't keep her in a bubble as Monica wrote - I wish we could - but we can't. And even if we could, that is no quality of life. I am heartbroken and sad, and still hoping for a miracle. It's all we can do at this point. |
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Lily seemed much brighter today... I stopped by on my way home, a little after 4 o.clock, and she was positively chipper. That may have been because it was near the dinner hour - she did poke her nose in her feed tub a couple of times, whinnied twice when she heard horses outside, and was much busier touching me, even tried to tear the blue booties.
