I fell in love with a wonderful grey mare at a very reputable breeding operation after months of searching and consideration. When I returned to the barn to purchase that mare, an elegant four-year-old chestnut filly chose me–I kid you not. Sensing she knew better than me, Rob and I coughed up the additional monies and proceeded to load her for her maiden trailer voyage. We arrived home, settled in and the first five weeks were divine. I was “Dancin’ on the Ceiling;” the world was mine.
Almost to the day after five beautiful weeks, Vogue began a descent into hell. There is no other fitting metaphor. Weight loss due to diarrhea and anorexia, severe edema, hives, light and sound sensitivity, blisters, head shaking and on and on. The insects were attempting to eat her alive, and doing a fine job of doing so. Her pasture friend, my beloved mare Blondie wore a bell so Vogue could locate her when her eyes were swollen completely closed. When she could see she had to be let out of the barn only at dusk or on overcast days and then with a mask so that light and/or reflection off of the snow would not further irritate her. She lost over 350 pounds and had oozing sores everywhere; under the eyelids, her udder, on the tail bone, the vulva, inside her ears, the nasal cavity, the mouth. The thousands of sores would ooze serum that could literally be heard as they ‘plopped’ to the ground. Three times my vets said to let her go. And then the seizures began. She would convulse, then heavy full body tremors and then go crashing to the ground–always to her right. Terrifying, as one can imagine. This would happen daily at the least, and during any stress or very cold weather, multiple times to even hourly. She was exhausted. The sores had to be sponge bathed two to three times a day, the wind chill often below zero. A hot water heater and a warm area were installed so that she would not freeze, literally, during the process before we could get the blow dryers on her.
Rob and I never left her, checking her numerous times throughout the nights. On the rare occasions I had to leave to gather groceries, supplies and run to the feed store, my husband would sit outside with her, both all bundled up. I was terrified he might miss the signs of a severe seizure and she would die in her stall. This was our life for 25 months and 11 days. Every test imaginable had been done. I heard “allergies to an unknown source” so many times I dreaded picking up the phone when the vets called with lab results. Buckets of money spent and the consensus was she did not have another winter in her. She was six years old and I needed to put her down. In September of 2007, my equine chiropractor came once again from California hoping to make her a bit more comfortable after another series of seizures. He made the comment that I should call a man he had taken a seminar from and plead my case. Plead is a nice term. Actually I begged, groveled, cried (you know the kind–your nose runs, you hiccup, you look like a truck has hit you?), and I prayed he would consider on such short notice helping my Vogue.
“Rock of Ages” is now playing. Pixie Murphy (Bronze Director) got me into the clinic and onto the list for Dr. Regan Golob (Gold Director) to look her over. While I waited, the days crawled by, but Pixie suggested that I begin Dynamite Miracle Clay, Dyna Pro, TNT and Release. I discovered that if I sprayed her sheets and blankets with Release it curtailed the static that was making life even more miserable. When I carefully removed her blanket, if it was dark, I could literally witness a ‘sheet lightning’ show that frightened her to no end. She did improve considerably on the very basic Dynamite program. Finally, we load her up knowing the four hour trip may be all that she has in her, and she wasn’t as bad as she was going to be in a couple of weeks when winter hit our basin with its vengeance. Summer and early autumn were more kind to her. The final ‘amen’ was imminent and we knew it.
They tell me Regan and Judy Sinner (Gold Director) actually lectured all that morning. I wouldn’t know, all I could hear was Vogue screaming in her stall that was below us. Finally it was time for these two gifted and knowledgeable people to meet my mare. After moments of observing, gently touching (she wouldn’t flinch, she’d buckle to the ground), reassuring her (and me) and muscle testing, her new theme “Stayin’ Alive” began, for the both of us. I was told she had Vaccinosis and Herpes.
With a nutritional plan, a long list of products that then seemed foreign and mystical, in hand and hope in my heart for the first time in over two years we came home. We were warned there would be detoxing and that it would take two to three years for optimal health to be her norm. The music progressed to “Chariots of Fire.” Life was improving.
We followed, absolutely to the letter, every piece of advice we were given and the ‘music’ changed once again, “Rocky” was our motto! She wasn’t just ‘existing’ she was fighting. She has consumed a UPS truckload of products and enough SOD and Miracle Clay that Vogue’s picture needs to be on the containers. Still, my Dynamite costs do not hold a candle to her previous treatment bills. All of the findings have been confirmed by an European Hair Analysis Lab this September. Just two weeks ago we went back to Glide, Oregon for Regan and Judy to see Vogue. There were many tears from those that met this dear creature only one year ago. There are not words to convey the trust, gratitude and wonder that I could ever pen so deep is my appreciation. Vogue just turned seven years old and Regan and Judy concur that I may start riding her! Thank you from the bottom of my heart Regan, Judy, Pixie and Dynamite. You have taught me “not to hope for a miracle but to expect one.”
For the love of Vogue,
—Linda B. OR
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