First picture is Chase. A 1999 TB Gelding that we rescued. He was left to fend for himself on 20 acres in the fall. He had lost most of his hair on his neck, chest and shoulders from stressing. Looked like he had mange. The first photo was taking about 1 month after he had been with us. He had already gained a good 50-75 pounds. The second picture was before he was re-homed after I had owned him for about 5 months.
The Paint Pony was Gracie. She was boarded at someones house that owned 2 other horses. Gracie was supposed to be there to gain weight, and they didn't feed her. The other two horses were OBESE and then there was this. It was disgusting. Keep in mind that she has a winter coat, so if she was shaved, she'd look so much worse. I don't have an after picture of her but she was 100% healthy when she left us. Fit and fat.
The Curly was a stud colt that we got. He was 2 years old.
2 freaking years old and he looked like that. We rehomed him a few months after we got him and got an updated picture at 4 years old...completely different horse. Filled out, about 15.2 hands, I never would have through he would have turned out so gorgeous. Those photos were after we had him for 2 months too!
The sad thing is, these 3 horses belonged to someone I was related to. Luckily she won't be ever breeding or owning (neglecting and abusing) horses ever again. We continued to step in and take the worst cases home to us because we couldn't stand to see them in such a pitiful state.
I don't have pictures of another little filly we rescued from there on this computer, but she was only 2 months old, it was the middle of February and she had pneumonia. We took her home the moment we saw her or she wouldn't have made it through the night. 4 shots of penicillin a day for 2 weeks, she finally felt better and had a healthy appetite. Our vet helped us rehome her to a great family. Last I heard, she reached over 15 hands and was a pistol! Which was so great to hear. I rode in the trailer with her on the way home, sitting on the floor with her head in my lap. Too weak to stand and needing multiple blankets to keep her body heat up. We named her Grace because she was saved by the Grace Of God. My dad was pissed at us for bringing her home because he thought he'd be digging her grave by the next morning...