I am sure some of you remember the story, we decided with his age(26)at the time and the horrible winters we have, plus he was starting to have some arthritus and being uncomfortable during our long long winters, we decided to find him a new home with better weather. We found his original owner who broke him and raised him from a foal. She had had to sell him to her brothers "friend"(who is the one who abused him and almost killed him) because of a divorce. We advertised him and she found him through the ad, called and was crying, asking if this was her horse, and we sent him to her.
She called last night, was crying and I knew it wasn't good. Bones most likely ruptured his stomach and became septic, the vet put him down.(After all his abuse and starvation, he was prone to bouts of colic).She said" thank you for taking such good care of him after I lost him, thank you for letting him live out his life with me and my family and thank you for letting my 8 year old son know the love of a gentle kind horse. He died in her back yard, with his head in her lap.
Here are two photos of Bones, the week we brought him home, every bone in his body showing. The second is him the day he returned to his very first "mom".