I texted them and called again.Ĭertain my beautiful Arteiro was broken beyond healing, I begged them, “Please come quick. Both were a good 40-minute drive, at best. I had left messages with the emergency line at my regular veterinary service-Napa Valley Equine-and the office of another veterinarian, Peter Ahern, DVM, over on the Sonoma side of our mountain. I told Mike that we’d most likely have to end this misery. Since then, he had alternated between thrashing and resting, thrashing and resting. I could picture him giving Yogi, his neighbor and friend, a playful look then shaking his mane, kicking out, and finding himself on three legs with the fourth trapped up high.Īrteiro must have wondered what had happened, lost his balance, and then folded down to the floor.
With tremendous force, Arteiro must have kicked upward, pointing his toe, and then tilted and rotated at just the right angle to slide through the bars. His hoof is bigger than the space it had squeezed through. I slathered his stuck hoof with Vaseline and tried pushing again from the other side of the stall divider. Arteiro had shrugged off the towel I had placed over his eyes and he continued to sweat. There was no improvement in the situation when we got back to the barn a few minutes later. I knew we may be on our own-many veterinarians were unavailable at that point of the pandemic. With the phone to my ear, I flew up the path and rousted my groggy husband, telling him I needed his help.
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