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An Inspiring Recovery from Two Hoof Injuries

Despite sustaining two severe hoof injuries that threatened not only his soundness but his life, a gelding named Fritz manages to carry on.

I zip up my coat as far as I can and tighten my scarf around my neck, pulling it up over my nose and mouth. I squint against the harsh, raw winter winds that blow so fiercely here in the mountains of Virginia. As I watch the water flowing into a five-gallon bucket hanging from the spigot, I will it to flow faster. "Brr!" I say, "Hurry up!"

As he recovered from two serious hoof injuries, Fritz had to remain in a small paddock, but retained his cheerful demeanor. ©EQUUS/Dorothy Stephenson

Finally the bucket is full, and I hurry to deliver it to my 6-year-old Quarter Horse gelding. Fritz and I have been through a lot together over these past five years---I'm now helping him heal from his second serious hoof injury. We've had our share of bad days, for sure. But I couldn't imagine life without him.

A horrific injury
Our troubles began when Fritz was just a year old. One day he came stumbling out of his pasture with a huge laceration just above his right front hoof. Something---wire, I assume, although I never found the culprit---had sliced horizontally through the back of Fritz's pastern deep into his digital cushion and just above his coronary band, leaving the back half of the hoof nearly detached from the leg. I was close to panicking, but I knew I had to stay calm to help my horse.


My local veterinarian came out immediately, sedated Fritz and set to work stitching the foot back together. I stood nearby in total shock---eyes wide with my hand over my mouth, reminding myself to breathe.

After he finished wrapping the wound, we discussed Fritz's prospects. The good news was that the injury didn't appear to have reached any of the vital tendons or ligaments that run down the back of the leg and support the horse's weight as he stands and walks. Then there was the bad news: Because the wound was in an area that moves constantly, Fritz would likely keep reopening
it, and healing would be slow, if it occurred at all.

In addition, the veterinarian said if infection set in and spread to the nearby joint between the coffin and pastern bones, the result could be devastating sepsis0. All in all, I was told, the prospects were dim that Fritz would ever be sound enough to ride---and even pasture soundness might not be possible. I felt like all the air had escaped from my lungs.

After the veterinarian left, I sat with my sweet friend. I remembered the day he was born, and I thought of the many times I had played with him when he was small, and how he would lie down on his side for the occasional belly rub or full-body scratch down. The thought of having to put him down so young almost made me sick, but I knew it was a possibility I had to consider.

After days of researching, thinking, talking and lots of crying, I turned to Fritz for my answer. He was still alert and eating, and I could see life in his eyes. He wasn't ready to give up, and so neither was I.

Giving it a try
The veterinarian visited every couple of days for the first two to three weeks to mend broken stitches, rewrap the wound and check for infection. Between these visits, I changed the dressings, cleaned the wound and applied antiseptics.

Eventually, the veterinary visits dropped to once a week, and the wound began to show signs of healing with no infection. I felt like we'd cleared at least one hurdle. At my veterinarian's suggestion, I called in Don Cromer, DVM, of Westwood Animal Hospital in Staunton, Virginia. Cromer had an ultrasound machine and would be able to thoroughly examine the ligaments, tendons and
other critical structures below the surface. Thankfully, they all appeared to be healthy and intact. Another hurdle cleared.

For many more months my daily routine remained unchanged: unwrap, clean, apply medicines to prevent infection, rewrap, slap my forehead in frustration after Fritz tore off the bandages and rewrap again. The foot was swollen and disfigured, but the wound was mending. Before long, I was able to leave the bandage off for a day at a time to allow oxygen to reach the skin and help it to dry out and heal.

But Fritz's foot was far from normal. His heel bulbs were not growing properly---you could physically pull them away from the rest of the hoof a bit, and the area would spread with each step. Not only was this uncomfortable for Fritz, but it undermined the strength of the entire hoof. Clearly, he would need specialized farrier care, and I was lucky to find Brandon White, a local farrier who met the challenge head-on.

White fit my horse with a straight bar shoe---one where the heel end is closed with a straight piece of metal---that stabilized the foot and supported the heels but didn't put pressure directly on them. Fritz was comfortable, if not entirely sound, and he was welcome to live his life in my pasture, keeping company with my other two horses. I thought we'd put the worst behind us. I was wrong.

Round two
When Fritz was 5 I found him limping in the field. I took a closer look at his injured hoof and saw a long vertical crack rising from the toe; it connected to a horizontal crack running just below the coronary band back to his outside heel. Fluid was draining from the cracks. I called White, who said it sounded like an abscess that had burst through the hoof and was now draining; he'd be out to make sure that's all it was.

But he was shocked at what he found when he arrived. It wasn't just an abscess. The entire outside quarter of Fritz's hoof had pulled away from the coffin bone underneath. The section of hoof wall was literally hanging loose. White showed me how he could wiggle it and even pull it off entirely if he wanted to.

White wasn't sure how this had happened. It's possible that an infection had entered through Fritz's injured heel bulbs and festered unnoticed until it had damaged his sensitive laminae, the living connective tissue that anchors the hoof wall to the coffin bone, weakening them until the wall above cracked. Or perhaps Fritz simply took a bad step on a sharp rock and pried that section of his hoof wall away from the bone underneath.

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