Hope

Yesterday was bad. Prissy barely got up. She did eat, drink, and poop. But her eyes told the story of her pain. I wondered if it was right to make her go through this. Today, she is slightly better. Lots of hydro and bandaged legs. She spent more time up and more time sitting rather than laying flat. She even woke me up before dawn kicking the walls. That's my girl. She has a long road ahead. The farrier came out and traced her feet for wedges and checked her angle, 55 degrees. He's going to talk to Doc before he does anything, wants to be clear on the directives. We may have to sedate her to do anything. In the meantime, rest and hydro. I wish we didn't have rain coming. This is breaking my heart.