Izzy was jogged, flexed, and examined.
She is not sound. She isn't worse, but she isn't better. There's still heat in her right front and she's quite sensitive to it. Conclusion: I can call a vet who can do all sorts of tests and tell me she strained something and give her 30 days of stall rest and charge me for the opinion. I can take her in to the hospital for all kinds of fancy treatments and spend thousands of dollars, or I can give her thirty days off to recuperate.
I took this picture yesterday. Hope Ms Mare enjoyed the view, because all she's seeing is her stall for a long, long time.
Despite literally everything else going well for me right now, I feel like I got punched in the gut. I spent most of the morning telling myself I would not cry about how frustrated I am. I even tried to stay optimistic and make a list of positives coming out of this:
1) Izzy is getting great care and has attentive, knowledgeable people around her constantly.
2) I can ride other horses and learn without messing her up.
3) Maybe a little break will be good for us.
4) I have more time to get work done since I'm not riding her.
5) I won't have to find someone to ride her for me when I'm out of town for shows.
Of course, there is an equally tangible negative to each one of those.
1) I am paying very expensive board for a lame horse that will not leave her stall for 30 days.
2) Izzy and I were finally starting to make progress. Now she's just losing fitness.
3) We already had a break and it wasn't exactly world-altering.
4) The whole point of working is to get better at riding my own horse.
5) I guess this one doesn't really have a negative. She's super low maintenance right now.
I also got paid today and a jumping lesson on a much more broke horse than Ms Mare. Meet Seamus. He's a training/prelim horse who is currently being leased by one of Stephanie's students. When she can't come to the barn, I get to ride his big, stupid, ugly self.
I should be more charitable. He's a fun ride, but he's not attractive and he's a gelding. He is an excellent jumper, so it was fun to ride a horse I knew I could trust to go.
Ugh. I wish I could say something more positive, but I'm trying not to cry. And I'm at work, so that would be super awkward.