Post by schwung on Nov 29, 2005 21:11:57 GMT -5
Olly is a 25+ year old QH-type gelding rescued from CBER. Were were told he was an old ranch horse and he appeared to have been used hard - but he is a kind, affectionate, and personable fellow. He is quite elderly and his teeth were in bad repair, so he was very thin at the feedlot. He also had severe conjuntivitis in both eyes, ringbone in both fronts, and was lame off and on. SAFE took him in, and with the help of good dental care, twice-daily high-fat mashes, and lots of love this boy made a remarkable transformation.
Here is Olly at the feedlot:
And here is Olly after a few months of foster care:
But who would want an old lame special needs horse like Olly? Why, a little 5 year old girl would, of course.
A family came to see Jasper. They were looking for a family horse for their two adopted daughter, ages 5 and 11, who had also been "rescues" of a sort, from drug-abuse and neglect. While they were there, the youngest girl was taken with Olly, who was as usual, grazing loose in the yard as he preferred to be "where the action was". We plopped her on Olly's back and he happily carted her around for 1/2 hour or so, and I'm not sure who was more proud, the horse or the little girl.
When they got home, the little girl refused to wash her hands, as she didn't want to wash away Olly's smell. They were destined for each other, and after building more shelter space and working on their pastures a bit more, they made room for Olly to join their family. He has found his forever home in the heart of one little girl.
Here is Olly at the feedlot:
And here is Olly after a few months of foster care:
But who would want an old lame special needs horse like Olly? Why, a little 5 year old girl would, of course.
A family came to see Jasper. They were looking for a family horse for their two adopted daughter, ages 5 and 11, who had also been "rescues" of a sort, from drug-abuse and neglect. While they were there, the youngest girl was taken with Olly, who was as usual, grazing loose in the yard as he preferred to be "where the action was". We plopped her on Olly's back and he happily carted her around for 1/2 hour or so, and I'm not sure who was more proud, the horse or the little girl.
When they got home, the little girl refused to wash her hands, as she didn't want to wash away Olly's smell. They were destined for each other, and after building more shelter space and working on their pastures a bit more, they made room for Olly to join their family. He has found his forever home in the heart of one little girl.
