Savannah; Birthday Miracle
Monday, April 12th, 2010
Savannah after she returns from the hospital.
It is a milestone for any foal when they turn one year old. Savannah was orphaned at just six weeks old. Orphans in general are slow developers compaired to other foals. This was not the case for her. I kept her on formula for amost nine months so she would have strong, healthy bones and teeth. She was socialized slowly and allowed to learn from the horses till she knew her place in the herd. She was a happy little horse and enjoyed the company of children. Just one day after her first birthday celebrating her life she was suddenly fighting for her life. The day began as any other day, I put the horses out, threw them some hay and started cleaning the barn. I noticed that Gypsy, one of my miniature horses was laying down. By the time I got to her she had flopped over on her side. I knew this was probably a sign of colic so, I ran to the house to call the vet. After calling her I called Terry to tell him the news. The vet arrived within a half hour with Terry close behind. We assisted the vet as she put a tube into Gypsy’s stomach and put mineral oil and water into her to help work out any obstruction. Before leaving we asked the vet to check Savannah, we thought she was acting a little strang the night before. Sure enough, Terry found her in the pasture lieing down. The vet didn’t have a tube small enough to give her a tubal. Terry made a quick trip to Lowes and returned with a small tube he had fit with a funnel. She could finally get her treatment. All we could do then was wait. Gypsy stayed in her paddock area and was calm but, Savannah grew worse as the hours passed till she finally couldn’t walk anymore. The vet suggested surgery but, the cost was very high with no promise that she would survive. Savannah lay on the ground and I was kneeling over her crying. I told her I didn’t know what to do. “Do I let you go and end your suffering,” I asked her,” or do I send you to the hospital for one last treatment?” At that time Savannah lifted her head and touched my face with her muzzle, as if to say “It’s going to be ok, mommy.” I knew I had to give her one last chance. Terry and I took her to the animal hospital; when we left I thought it would be the last time I would see her. All night I tossed and turned and prayed for Savannah. By morning I didn’t have the courage to call the vet to see what had happened to my baby. Terry found me out in the pasture with Gypsy. When he told me that not only have Savannah made it through the night but, had improved 75%, my knees went weak and I fell into his arms. With Savannah on the mend I still had to help Gypsy. She still wasn’t going to the bathroom. When we picked Savannah up we took Gypsy to the vet to do another tubal. It was decided we would take her to the hospital the next morning for an IV treatment. Our horses are now on the mend. Savannah proved to be such a strong willed soul. I look forward to the many public appearances she will be attending this summer. Did you visit? Leave a comment!














