This is my 'beloved' Zamill ..... Photos taken yesterday by a dear friend Mark Rogers from England.
I had just got home from the hospital after about 3 weeks there and in pretty bad situation. They say that some dog owners and their dogs start 'looking alike'. Well, I guess if you have horses you start getting sick like them. Bottom line is "I coliced'\".
My intestines twisted and burst...... I had no idea..just thought I was a little dehydrated and stomach pains as I had spent the previous couple 10 to 12 hour days clearing brush with hand saw and brush choppers at a new piece of property I had bought recently. I enjoy buying wooded properties that have 'character' and 'opening them up ... much like sculpting... i.e. this goes, this stays, etc. I start with non powered hand tools, move to chain saws and more power, then brush hog and finally bulldozer. Weird hobby, but I enjoy it. My surgeon thinks somewhere in all that bending, heat (temps well over 100 degrees), that I dehydrated and put strain on my gut...hence colic.... like our horses.
If Pam had not insisted I go to ER then I would not have 'made it' and surgeon told me he thought I would not pull through. Three times he had me 'down for the count', but finally admitted I am one tough ol bird and was beating the odds and had a very good chance for full recovery.
Well, after 3 weeks away I first went out to visit my horses and had family and friends here to welcome me home.
Some of the kids had heard of the stallion 'that floats' and wanted to see him do his thing. Well he did not disapoint any of us. Then I went in the round pen and sat down and then laid down to demonstrate his gentle nature shortly after snorting, blowing trotting and all fired up. He came up and laid his head on my shoulder and nuzzled me as if to say 'where you been. I have missed both you and my carrots. Then (after Pam was saying I can't believe you are on the ground with your horse and just out of the hospital) I got up and walked around with Zamill following me.