PolarSkye
Well-Known Member
So vet came out today . . . after giving him a thorough going over with hands and eyes he did find a small splint/bone-y lump on the outside of his right knee and found Kal reacted to palpation of the right, front suspensory. Watched him being trotted up on the drive, lunged on the drive and lunged in the school nerve-blocked his right fore (foot) . . . still lame . . . so nerve-blocked his right suspensory (fore) . . . sound.
So . . . vet is pretty much convinced we're not looking at further degeneration of his feet/acceleration of navicular, but that he's done something to his proximal suspensory. He's coming out again next week to x-ray and scan to see exactly what we're dealing with. It could just be a tweak, it could be a tear.
Vet (very, very good vet with a fantastic reputation wrt lameness issues) seems guardedly optimistic that we can get him sound . . . with all the usual caveats about not having seen the x-rays/scans yet, etc.
For now, he can go out in the field, he's to be cold-hosed twice a day, and we did discuss bute but given what an absolute idiot Kali can be in the field, we decided it might be good for him to feel the discomfort enough to make him careful (that's the theory anyway).
One thing, though, vet feels that bar shoes are the very worst thing for the combination of boxy feet (the affected limb is Kal's boxy/club foot) and suspensory problems so I have his blessing to seriously consider taking him barefoot.
Shoes are staying on for now . . . want to see what we're dealing with and then have a good long chat with vet, Z and farrier . . . but it's looking like Kal will be spending the summer recovering from this injury (please God let it be relatively minor) and adjusting to life without shoes . . . and then, hopefully, coming back into full work in the autumn to begin his new career as a poncey dressage pony and showjumper.
So why am I on yet another ledge? Because I'm worried about that bony lump
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On the plus side, Kali was his usual beautifully mannered self for the vet . . . so much so that the vet commented. He was seriously confused when I asked him to trot in circles on the tarmac, but he obliged . . . and even when there was a thunderstorm directly overhead (no joke, it sounded like cannon fire) while I was lunging him in the school, he listened to me and behaved. I do love the daft idiot.
P
So . . . vet is pretty much convinced we're not looking at further degeneration of his feet/acceleration of navicular, but that he's done something to his proximal suspensory. He's coming out again next week to x-ray and scan to see exactly what we're dealing with. It could just be a tweak, it could be a tear.
Vet (very, very good vet with a fantastic reputation wrt lameness issues) seems guardedly optimistic that we can get him sound . . . with all the usual caveats about not having seen the x-rays/scans yet, etc.
For now, he can go out in the field, he's to be cold-hosed twice a day, and we did discuss bute but given what an absolute idiot Kali can be in the field, we decided it might be good for him to feel the discomfort enough to make him careful (that's the theory anyway).
One thing, though, vet feels that bar shoes are the very worst thing for the combination of boxy feet (the affected limb is Kal's boxy/club foot) and suspensory problems so I have his blessing to seriously consider taking him barefoot.
Shoes are staying on for now . . . want to see what we're dealing with and then have a good long chat with vet, Z and farrier . . . but it's looking like Kal will be spending the summer recovering from this injury (please God let it be relatively minor) and adjusting to life without shoes . . . and then, hopefully, coming back into full work in the autumn to begin his new career as a poncey dressage pony and showjumper.
So why am I on yet another ledge? Because I'm worried about that bony lump
On the plus side, Kali was his usual beautifully mannered self for the vet . . . so much so that the vet commented. He was seriously confused when I asked him to trot in circles on the tarmac, but he obliged . . . and even when there was a thunderstorm directly overhead (no joke, it sounded like cannon fire) while I was lunging him in the school, he listened to me and behaved. I do love the daft idiot.
P