I am exhausted and really don’t have the brains to write how I want this to be written…
So, let me just say that I didn’t write anything yesterday because I was frozen in time. I knew Tess was worse and I knew that bad news was coming.
This morning I got the call.
Dr. E , choked up, told me that the two vets he had consulted with from Kentucky had agreed that her venogram was very, very bad. Unrecoverable. Dr. E was sobbing quietly by the end of the call. “I’m so sorry…,” he said softly.
I knew what this kind and sincere doctor was saying.
OK, I said… let me think on this.
I picked up the phone and called a reader who had been begging me, in a very educated and logical manner, to call her regarding Tess’ horrible founder. She spent an hour talking me down and then gave me the name of a founder healer she trusted.
I called that person.
After 2 hours of conversation with the founder healer, I was believing her. She told me that she had healed worse and showed me many photos as we talked about the severity and the issues. She told me she had a protocol that would take much effort and a long time… but, Tess should survive it fairly comfortably.
My biggest concern was the pain… was I causing her too much pain to continue?
She indicted that there were ways to help MT help herself heal. And, any pain from this moment onward would be less than what she was feeling right now.
I made the decision to try again… and to bring MT home.
So, I circled the wagons and called in the troops. I emailed Dr. E and told him my decision and asked him to remove her shoes, which he did.
We arrived at the hospital and MT perked up as soon as she heard me. I told her to get ready because we were leaving. She knew. She walked out of that stall and got into the trailer and practically drove herself home.
When we arrived home, she made it to her stall in about a minute flat – head held high – as the other horses trumpeted her arrival.
Tonight, the Queen is back in the house.
And, it feels good.
She’s happy and I’m very, very happy.
Tomorrow, the uphill battle continues… but for tonight, there is peace in Grass Valley.
Thank you angels, for lending your wings to lift our girl into the trailer and soothe her ride home. Thank you angels for whispering in her ear and convincing her that she needed to hang on because ‘home’ would feel so much better. Thank you angels… Please don’t leave us until Mama Tess is healed. This time, I’m begging you angels to help me with this awesome responsibility.
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