Here are some pictures from visiting him at Tufts that I was too afraid and sad to post last year, in case they ended up being the last pictures I ever took of him. I've always said that Dually has the biggest heart of any horse I've ever met (I mean seriously, this is a horse that had a jumping style that would suggest he would top out at 2'6" who went Intermediate and only had one cross country penalty in his whole 11-year career), and watching him struggle to overcome the infection that was threatening to kill him only strengthened that conviction. What a horse, man. What a horse.
(still bright eyed and on the look out for candies, even in quarantine)
(The sweetest face - Dually was a big favorite among the vet techs (obviously) who were all amazed by his past accomplishments, especially since he came in to Tufts in full winter retiree woolly mammoth mode!)
(Saying goodbye - I was definitely balling when I took this picture, but the Dude, ever the zen master, was at peace with the world)
Of course for us humans, the ordeal didn't end after those 10 days. After getting back to the farm in early February, Dually then had to go on 6 weeks of antibiotic treatment that had to be administered every six hours, around the clock. Additionally, the drugs were so nasty to humans that they had to be administered in full gloves and smock every. single. time. It was like what I imagine having a newborn baby is like -- I hadn't slept more than a few hours continuously for weeks by the end of the regimen and was nearing the end of my sanity. But it was so, so worth to get to do this again:
(Triumphantly leading Big D back to his turnout, 100% recovered)
I'm so, incredibly thankful that the universe decided to give me more time with this amazing horse. So one year later, thank you again.