It was really good to see Jetblue so alert and moving well. The giant IV bag still hung overhead, its tube snaking down into a catheter into Jetblue's neck. A lovely fourth year vet student named Meagan explained that Jetblue was being given tiny amounts of soaked grass hay and had been walked out on the grass and allowed to graze. We watched as the filly greedily chowed down her hay and slurped up the water.
Clearly, Jetblue holds me responsible for her confinement in the concrete prison and the host of pain she's experiencing. I was, after all, the one who brought her to OSU. As I tried to smooth my hand over her, she camel-faced. With Lorenzo it was different. She was all kisses for him. After spending some quiet time with Jetblue, she reluctantly slobbered a few wet kisses on me as well.
When we got ready to leave, Jetblue raised her head and Meagan pressed a button that automatically raised the IV bag. The motor powering the lift is a noisy thing, one that scares a lot of horses according to Meagan. Jetblue stood perfectly still and seemed totally unphased. That's my girl.
For now, all is well. Thanks for your prayers and well wishes.
Jetblue and Lorenzo at Oregon State University's Veterinary Teaching Hospital
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