I don’t have the time or the energy for a full update, but here it is in brief.
On Sunday night, Tristan started colicking. Banamine and gastroguard at the barn did nothing. The vet arrived, and more drugs (more banamine, buscopan, dormosedan) and a rectal and three hours of walking did nothing. His heartrate and respiration kept going up and up. He could not stand still for more than a few seconds at a time without trying to go down.
We put him on the trailer at 1am to head to the clinic, and on the drive there I worked hard to get myself ready to make the worst decision. It seemed pretty clear that he would either get off the trailer to go into surgery – or not. I knew, by the time we arrived, that my answer would be no, for a lot of reasons.
Against all odds, he walked off the trailer looking a little bit better. His vitals started to stabilize. We held off on any decisions, and he made slow but steady improvements through Monday, then through Tuesday.
Staying up all night scaring everyone to death is EXHAUSTING.
Today, he’s coming home. Everything aligned perfectly – he had the best possible people taking the best possible care of him, and every single lucky break went his way. I am exhausted, emotional, and profoundly grateful.
To everyone who followed along on social media and commented or even liked a photo: thank you, from the bottom of my heart. It really, really helped. Thank you.