Yesterday was my first day at my new job. I was so excited that I got out of bed early, did some household chores, fixed my lunch, and straightened my hair. I was feeling good.
While I was filling in my eyebrows just so, I noticed the barn manager was calling me. I ignored it, figuring he was calling with a stupid question about switching the horses to the new feed I dropped off Saturday night. I’d asked him to begin transitioning them to this feed, as it’s what they’ll get at the new barn; he’d confirmed Saturday night that he’d do it.
I listened to the message he left while I was driving to the tack store. (It’s about 5 minutes from my house.) It wasn’t a message with questions about feed. It was a message about how Moe wasn’t eating, seemed listless and had lots of nasal discharge.
Upon further communication, I was informed that Moe hadn’t eaten all of his food Sunday night. Additionally, Monday morning was the first time Moe and Gina had received the full ration of their new feed.
I was furious; I expected the horses to be slowly transitioned to their new feed over the course of the week, not abruptly switched over the course of 2 or 3 feedings. I was also upset that I hadn’t been informed Moe hadn’t eaten all of his dinner Sunday night. That’s extremely unusual for him. I mean, the horse eats all kinds of stuff- donuts, granola bars, bananas- if he doesn’t have an appetite, something is wrong.
I asked the barn manager to call the vet and have him out ASAP. A few hours later, I was told the vet would be out Tuesday at 1 PM. Moe had been put in a (dirty) stall with hay and water; he’d drank some water and eaten some hay. The barn manager hadn’t taken his temperature, assessed his poop, nothing.
I spent my entire first day at work frantically texting Johnny about how much money we had in the budget for emergency vet visits and suppressing thoughts of my beloved horse dying in pain before I could get to him.
Immediately after work I went home, changed clothes, put Johnny, a thermometer, and an apple in the car, and raced to the barn.