Sunday, July 25, 2010
Today, my horse dislodged a quarter of her lip from where it should be. It hung from her mouth like a sock -- not a tube sock, more like a tiny baby’s sock. And there would be blood.
I asked a neighboring horsewoman to come over and take a look and tell me it’s not really that bad. “Oh, that’s really bad” she said.
Things can go wrong in a moment, can’t they? Like when you wake up and realize you're out of coffee. That's all it takes to forget the grand scheme of things.
The emergency vet, who ended up the hour with blood stains on her knees because she had to kneel to put in the fifteen stitches while I held Vandy’s head, said mouth wounds are tricky and this was one of the nastiest she had seen. Perhaps this would require further visits.
Perhaps this wouldn’t cost a new refrigerator; it would cost maybe two refrigerators, an Apple computer, rewiring for my office, and a brake job.
At the end of the day, and I can say that because it really was the end of the day, when I walked down the street with my old dog, a neighbor riding by on his bike said, "Have you seen the moon tonight? It's awesome.”
I just nodded; I was busy counting refrigerators.