Sugar's overly efficient metabolism could not handle a recent escape into the alfalfa field. If only....
Diagnosis: laminitis, aka founder. Shudder. Countless what-ifs.
Prescription: anti-inflammatories,
therapeutic trimming, sand-filled stall and corral. Yes. Anything to help.
Diet: no green grass, no alfalfa--ever. Sigh. I wonder if she likes celery sticks.
Prognosis: no known cure, no guarantees, hopefully manageable. "But with God all things are possible." Matthew 19:26. I like the ALL part.
"Is anything too hard or too wonderful for the Lord?" ~Genesis 18:14 AMP
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