Unicorn, I knew a year or so ago a full Clydesdale mare called Tara. She was a lovely horse. Her owners did not really know horses at all - let alone her, who was regularly ridden by a young partially disabled boy. They had very little control over her really, but she pretty much always did what she thought they had asked her to do.
One night she got herself caught up in a wire fence. SHe must have stood at least 24 hours unable to move with a wire slowly digging into her flesh just above the hoof. The wire had cut into her flesh and damaged the ligaments beneath. Six weeks later, despite lots and lots of good attention from a good vet and some very poor advice from a very incompetent vet, she was put
down because of gangrene. I was very, very upset at her demise.
To watch her stand on three legs for hours was an education -I'll never forget her. She took her pain and ate it. She stood because she knew if she laid down she'd never get up.
Every day I went up and groomed her. I washed her wound. I tried to make life easier for her. But nature took it course. Over forty horsey people attended her funeral - for that is what is was. A memorial service.
Later I was told by others who knew the breed better than me, that her behaviour was typical of her type. A owner handler can't push about such horses. You have to get to know them and to become trusted by them.
You ask. If they like and respect you, they respond. Groundwork with a lead and halter takes on a whole new meaning with such horses.
Your photo brought back a few memories - some of them sad. But thank you all the same.
pS - she wasn't even mine to care about.