I'm gutted

Trouble picked on the wrong horse in the pasture on Wednesday. He got kicked right in the hock and he's on stall rest now for the next two or three months. The vet gives Trouble a good chance of coming back completely sound. The thought that he is so injured that he might not come back sound just breaks my heart.

This is a picture of the bandage he has to wear until Monday. The vet will take a look at his wound and make a decision of how to proceed with treatment.

Trouble is pretty messed up. The vet said she has seen only one other injury like this and the horse came back sound but not before having to go to university to have a bone cyst removed that developed from the injury.

One of my colleagues gave me a wise quote that essentially said, "Worrying is what we do when we hope for an outcome that is out of our hands and we think that worrying will help." I guess I need to start praying instead.