Thanks to all of you wonderful, fantastic, helpful friends that have made such good suggestions and have been great at just "being there" during these very long worry days/months. This ordeal with Royal has been traumatic and we'll all be glad when it is finally over. They say it will take him about a year for recovery, but I just can't deal with that ! I've lost count on how many times the vet has been here, how many times I felt like crying because he said things weren't going so well with Royal, and how scared I've been that I might lose my boy.
But here is the latest report on Royal.
Remember after that steroid medication (that he should not have had) and how he blew up like a fat bubble wrap boy? Well, the welts and edema are almost gone. The blood work is showing that the insulin resistance situation is improving, and his weight is getting back to normal. We still do not know if he is really insulin resistant or if the steroid medication caused the situation. But whatever, he is being treated for IR ... and laminitis and rotation.
Tomorrow, both the vet and the farrier will be here to remove his wooden shoes and see what we have underneath. More x-rays will be taken to see what the situation is and then they'll decide what type of shoes and pads he will have put back on.
His medications have been reduced, but he is still on his diet ... much to Royal's disappointment, even though he is much thinner. In fact, I think he looks thinner than the day I bought him. He's always been a big boy ... you know, tall, dark and handsome.
Probably the toughest past of his confinement has been being stuck in his stall. I mean, take a look at it !! It is a constant reminder that his mom needs to get out the paintbrush and get things back in shape.
Royal pretty much just hangs around looking out the window watching dogs, cats, geese, ducks and the world go by ... and, of course, waiting for me to show up for the 45th time just to check on him. He's such a good patient.
With all the rains, he has managed to stay dry. I suppose that is the good part of being stuck in the stall.
I'm counting on good news from the vet, tomorrow.
That's all I want for Christmas ... a healthy Royal, running up and down the hill to the upper paddock and calling out to me just to be sure I know where he is.
Just couldn't ask for more ....