Yes it was just on the outside of the glass, I'm just so glad I didn't get it in my mouth! My mom and I were cooking steel cut oats which take forever and a stink bug for in them and ruined the whole pot!
Yesterday did not end as well as it began. I noticed when I took the sheets off the horses in the morning that Sam had blood on the back of his. I looked all over his hind end and couldn't find anything. I let D know and she let her friend NK know who actually owns Sam. I was just getting ready to leave to go get my computer work done and NK arrived so I walked out with her. I was right that there were no marks on Sam, despite a couple of serious of blood, and when I mentioned that Casper had been chasing him the day before, she suggested that maybe he broke a tooth getting it caught on Sam's blanket.
Casper is a pill about having his mouth messed with, but we are finally able to start getting a look, of course we had no halter which didn't help, but we were surprised to find that his front teeth no longer lines up. The top 4 we're pushed back behind the bottom row by more than an inch. His gun was very dark purple above his teeth, and he had faint swelling around his nose but not much. We went back to get halters and brought him and his buddy into the barn.
The vet finally arrived a few hours later and took xrays, them left to take them back to the office to be developed. She didn't say a word one way or another about what she thought about the situation which made all the of us there nervous.
I headed out to feed Kahlua and found D cleaning up the barn and gently asked what happened getting the worst and it was confirmed. All 4 if his front teeth were broken and pushed up and back. They could have removed him and left him with nothing, which he could have probably some ok with but there wasn't a good way to know. It took 3 big doses of sedative just to get the xrays, so having to deal with a wound in his mouth healing would have been almost impossible. He was a terrible patient and at 23 with epm and had lyme and a heart murmur he was not exactly a prime candidate to deal with that kind of issue.
They buried him that afternoon before the rains come today, so that is good. Poor Ez called and called for him in his hoarse whinny. Storm stood in the corner of the pasture as close as he could, which I appreciated.
The sunset was glorious and bittersweet knowing the rainbow bridge welcomed another.