Vet school was full of some of my most memorable patients. Surprisingly, two of these patients were horses.  During large animal medicine rotation, I’d become highly skilled at avoiding equine patients, preferring instead the cows, goats, sheep, and even a few pigs.  My technique of securing my preferred patients relied on my height.  At 5 feet 1.5″ I ‘d casually slip behind taller, more horse-eager students when the professors gathered us up each morning to go through the process of assigning patients.  The trouble is, while my method worked for the duration of large animal medicine, when we switched to surgery it didn’t take long before one of the large animal surgeons picked up on my avoidance of horse patients.  He even called me out on it and assigned me my very first horse patient named “Emma.”  The surgeon described her as ‘perfect for you small animal types.’  Yes, that was indeed me–a small animal vet-to-be thrust into an overwhelming world of very valuable, easily excitable, oversized patients.  Then I met Emma. There was no question about it, she was the perfect horse to…