We just walked in the door (11pm). We’ve been at the barn since 5:30. Bessie is down. We called for an emergency vet visit – she has milk fever. She seems like she will pull through: she’s alert, eating, and drinking. She just can’t get up. If Ted hadn’t caught it though…she’d have been gone before tomorrow evening without treatment.
The vet said her chances decrease with every 12 hours that she’s down without getting up. I can’t even think about it.
