I rode Kaswyn Tuesday night, and he's just not right. He's not lame, but he just doesn't feel right. Again. So, while I can't say the hock injections were a total failure because they probably made him feel better, they didn't solve the problem. Again.
As a result, on Friday I'm having a friend come pick us up and take us to see Dr. G. I think it is time for x-rays. Maybe all that running the fenceline in the pasture did something more serious than just strain his hocks.
This really sucks badly. He was going really well, and now this. I know I could eliminate a lot of the potential for injury by not putting him outside, but I would hate for him to live like that. So outside he will go, and act like a horse.
As usual when Kaswyn is off, I'm contemplating our future. We've always come though these times and been fine, but each time I'm scared of the one time when we don't make it. That will be the last time.
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