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| This wonderful friend of yours is beginning to eat again. |
Kokomo has been so blessed to have cards, email, pictures, facebook postings, telephone calls and visits from nearby and across the globe. I didn't realize how many people were invested in his survival until I looked back over all your communications with us. Wow! Impressive.
This has been one of the longest journeys ever. About a month ago, Kokomo seemed to change. We couldn't figure out what was happening, and yet we knew he was different. His energy waned. He stood more in the pasture, watching others eat. He didn't interact and never did I see him trying to remove a halter from his buddies, not the way he used to play. Instead he stood and ground his teeth.
A little over a week ago Kokomo stopped eating and drinking. We had the vet and then an equine dentist in case there was an abcess that was hidden deep in his mouth. The chiropractor worked on him in case his back was out and he was in pain. His sheath was cleaned. What more could we do?
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| Caitlin traveled all the way from Texas to spend the day with her best friend. |
Well, to make a long story short, Saturday and Sunday were turning points. On Saturday, the vet wanted me to put him down. Kokomo's body indicated he was checking out. The writing was on the wall. And yet, I teach you guys not to give up, and so I said to the vet, I can't give up. We don't do that easily here. We've got to work at this a little while longer. So I cut a deal. We would give Kokomo until Tuesday or Wednesday and then make a decision.
That wonderful vet - her name was Katie - worked with Kokomo and me for three hours on Saturday afternoon. We wormed him for every kind of worm ever known to man. He had paste also that addressed stomach ulcers. We did an IV drip - 2 big bags - and we tubed him again, intending to get as much fluid in him as possible. He was getting 20 cc of antibiotics twice a day along with the wildest buffet you ever saw.
There was a tub here of bran mash with probiotics and salt. Another bucket had alfalfa enticing him. There was a dish of sweet feed, a bucket of warmed water, and piles of fresh hay. Anything Kokomo wanted, Kokomo could have. Apples, carrots, you name it. I would have grilled him a steak if it would do the trick.
I sat with Kokomo a long time Saturday night. We cried together. I was so frustrated and wished I could know what was bothering him. Someone told me years ago that horses think in pictures. I kept searching for a picture and all I got was confusion from him because I don't think Kokomo knew what was going on. He just knew he didn't feel good and hung his head. So I tucked him in and went to bed myself exhausted and spent after a very long day. I didn't know if he would be alive in the morning, especially when the temperatures outside dropped to 4 degrees.
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| The Vanderwaters stopped by today - Tuesday - to let Kokomo know he is special. |
I am a believer. I believe it's all about connections, and you folks connected with Kokomo. He started nibbling hay and grain on Sunday afternoon. Sunday evening when I checked on him around 9 p.m., he was still munching hay. He drank about 2 gallons of water. Monday was better because he finally - after three days - started leaving us manure gifts. They were pure delight because until then he was doing nothing.
Lorie managed Kokomo Monday during the day, giving me frequent reports at school. Then when I came home Monday, Caitlin Gager was here. She actually flew up from Texas for the day just to be with her beloved friend, Kokomo. They walked and talked about old times. She spent the entire day in the art of connection, and Kokomo was eating like he had an apetite again. Amazing.
Today is Tuesday. Kokomo whinnied to Lorie this morning. He continues to eat and is now drinking more. Believe it or not, Katie Withowski came this afternoon, drove from Pennsylvania, to reconnect with Kokomo. Several winters, Katie leased Kokomo and they were best buds. Talk about feeling the love. Kokomo should be realizing he's royalty about now.
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| Katie came. It was terrific seeing Katie again. I just know it made a difference. |
Hope, Henry and Amy Vanderwater stopped by. Together they walked Kokomo, exchanging greetings and sharing memories of good times. Their hearts were about bursting with love. They even left a bag of treats and a creative homemade greeting card hanging on Kokomo's stall.
I've just been to the barn and the entire bucket of water is gone. Lorie, I know you're glad to hear that. Kokomo is enjoying the bran/sweetfeed mix. His water is freshened again, and he seemed annoyed that I was there. I got the message to leave him alone so he could just eat. I really think he thought I was going to give him another shot or take his temperature. It appears he's done with that. A little grumpiness on his part is such a good sign.
With tears in my eyes, I want to say thank you for your support. This has been a very difficult week. You are people who love so much and share that love not only with this special paint horse, but with me and Lorie. I don't know if we could have kept going as long as we have without you. Lorie reads your facebook messages to Kokomo as she walks him. Makes me laugh. It's all about connection.
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| Jenn Metz and Caitlin with Kokomo. What more can I say? |
This entire adventure has been quite an expense at a time in the year when I don't yet have much cash flow. I've talked with others and wonder now if I could start a Kokomo Fund, asking for donations, however small, to help us meet the nearly $1000 expenses we have to absorb. If you are so inclined, please consider helping us out. Kokomo and I would be extremely grateful. You can make checks out to Sprucelands and send them to P.O. Box 54, Java Center, NY 14082.
What really caused all this? None of us is truly certain, even the vets. Was Kokomo upset about Fella? Did he have an internal abcess? Could he have had a tape worm? I don't know. I don't know if we will ever know. What I am certain about however is that you are the reason he is fighting the good fight, and that in fact is all any of us can ever do. Fight the good fight, and never give up easily.
Your comments are always welcome. They make me smile.










