In two kicks, my young horse is transfused. He had two perfusions quickly, coal and clay syringes, anti-inflammatory. He urinates very dark. When the vet see that, he is now sure of it, it’s the EAM (Equine Atypical Myopathy).
He takes a blood sample and rush into the veterinary clinic.
The horse can’t be transported to the clinic. It’s up to us to watch him and we will, while the veterinarian, on the other hand, will “bring the clinic to the horse”.
For me, all went a little bit fast. I don’t really understand what is happening while my fiancé is painfully carrying the perfusions up in the air to rehydrate my horse. The perfusions become empty very quickly, ones after each others, like if we were trying to rehydrate a dry raisin. My poor horse is more and more absent.
200 meters separates us from the nearest box, and the night is coming quickly…
The long periple starts.
We stop every three strides, rewarding the horse with hay, it’s a pleasure for him to eat it. Walking is painful for him, I push him while my fiancé pull him. We took more than two hours to cover the full distance. Now the horse is in a box, exhausted. We look closely after him this all night.
Death and life
The day after, my animal is more and more absent. The hours pass and the evil seems to take more and more over him. My horse don’t reacts anymore. His head is very low. His lips, his nostrils and his face are swollen due to all the perfusions’ water. We pull up his head to try to decrease this unwanted effect, his head weighs very heavy. Decidedly, he is no longer himself.
I can put my fingers in his mouth, ears or eyes, this does cause any reactions from him. His eye are inert, the eyelid is heavy. I go behind the horse and tighten his tail in my hand. It is so flabby like if he has no vertebras anymore. It’s in this state that I come back to my home two hours, to eat, take a shower, warm up a little bit, while my fiancé is keeping an eye on the horse with kindness.
When I come back, Cali is always in a vegetative state, here in flesh but not in soul, without vital energy. My partner looks disturbed, the horse has a strange reactions.
In reality, horse has spasms. His ears tackle against his neck like pointed horns, the head passes within the verticality, his eyes twitch at each contraction. It is no longer a sick horse, it is disease disguised as a horse. An ugly theater scene, a remake of The Exorcist but in reality this time.
In front of this sad show, I take the decision to call the vet and stop this macabre scenario. I'm afraid that muscle tetany will take me short and that it will stifle under my eyes my friend with four legs.
When the veterinarian comes, he hesitates. He is too pessimistic to ignore euthanasia but, he still has hope and he decides to wait a few more hours, as long as the horse is standing, we keep fighting!
He lets me a small syringe. The promise for me that when the time comes, my horse will not suffer.
We stay with him one more night.
My heart leaps up at every sign of weakness in the forelimbs. His limbs looks to be weakening but he is still well standing.
I crush him bits of carrots that he refuses to eat since 24 hours now. I take it to his mouth, no reactions, below his nostrils for him to smell, no reaction, to his mouth once again, his big misshapen lips finally takes a small bite, the day begins.