I was off this morning at 7 am sharp chasing a moose away from my bales of hay. I got him on the run pretty good and he headed off down through the trees that borders our land. That's when I discovered that my day was not going to be good.
Dexter is sick... real sick. I've put a call into the vet. It's not good. Dexter is on his side and won't get up. We've removed him to the barn but there he lies and there he stays. We've tried twice to get him on his feet. He stands for no more than a few short seconds and then he keels over again on his side. He's weak and we're not sure why. I'm working on it. We'll see. But I'm not hopeful.
There's sun on my back today and I've been busy between the barn and meds for Dex, and trying to get the PCSW newsletter finished. I'm so glad when I'm on the floor of the barn trying to coax his meds into Dex's mouth, that the sun is shining. It gives me the feeling that all is not lost yet. But I'll be honest, it's hard to keep smiling when you know that one of your animals is down and might not get up.
So here I sit once again behind the computer monitor and sometimes I wonder if I spend more time here than anywhere else in this house. I'll be glad when Teapot and the girls get home this afternoon and they can help take my mind off what's happening in the barn. I hate to see one of my animals down but an alpaca... somehow it just seems wrong. Sheep are butchered regularly so when we lose one it usually because they were born late or just weren't good eaters and were weak to begin with... if they die somehow it doesn't seem so bad. But Dex has always been healthy. Yes, I'm very much afraid that he is dying.
Every four hours for meds.... maybe we can save him... I'll let you know... meanwhile thank God for that sun today.
I'd better go and try him with some water.
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