Last night marked a huge milestone. Because...
DUALLY IS OFF HIS MEDS!!
Cue the music:
This marks the end of a six-week ordeal that has easily been one of the more stressful horse-related episodes of my life. It feels like a lifetime ago that I was sitting upstairs reading in bed on a Sunday evening in January and my father came to me saying that Dually was sick.
Since then it's been an unbelievable roller coaster of emotions, from the absolute lowest low nights sitting in Dually's stall at Tufts and knowing that chances were not insignificant that it would be our last time together, to the ecstatic joy that was bringing him back home and seeing him munch hay in his own stall again.
(Big D coming home from Tufts in a wash of euphoria and relief)
I'm feeling so, so blessed that Dually came through this all right. We still don't know the trigger that caused his infection, which is a little frustrating, but it pales in comparison to the wonderful sight of him enjoying winter sunshine in our medical paddock outside the kitchen window.
(Back home again, the Dude abides.)