[all patched up]

This boy is half blind in both eyes. He was cruelly treated, so I want to see a story about how he was rescued and maybe how he was rehoused and a picture of a horse painting

~~Owner~~
teresa8oats

~~Name~~
Winters Embrace
aka
Ghost

~~Gender~~
Gelding
[May have 1 breeding]

~~Age~~
9 years old

~~Breed~~
Shire

~~Story~~

You and me have both herd of those horses who where saved from slaughter, or found in a pasture in someone's backyard starving and knee deep in mud. Sometimes we cry reading or watching about these instances, and we smile and laugh about the happy endings that they come out to be. Maybe our story will not be as touching as these, but every time I think if it, I will tear up or laugh at his happily ever after. And today, I present to you, not mine but Ghosts story, from his point of view~

As a foal the first thing I experienced was the warm tong that licked me clean. I was born half blind, a very rare outcome for any normal foal. Usally it would be of old age that a horse would get such a thing, but I guess I was special in my own ways. Eventually I got to taste my mothers warm milk, which made me shiver with delight. She was a very large white mare, as pure a white as a dove. No one really knows how I got blind, but they do not know who my father was either.
My mothers biggest fright was humans, and she was saved from slaughter, and despite of all of the care and training she never really learned to love humans. Yes, she would allow to be petted by the young girl who fed her every day, but otherwise she was just that little grey mare in the far pasture. They only found out she was pregnant with me two months after they got her, and four months later I was born. I never saw the features of this young girl, only her smell and shadow. The morning after I was born I heard some screams with joy and the presence of her, for that first time. I never knew what a part she would be in my life at that time.

As I grew to be a two year old she started training me. I trusted her totally with whatever she did. I knew she would never harm me. Sometimes I had to remind myself that whatever she did for me was for the best, no matter the weird smell and feel.
After the cold metal in the mouth, and the wholly blanket, the leather smelling 'saddle' as they called it, even after the tight belt that she strung to my stomach, the weirdest part so far was feeling a heaviness and presence of her on my back. I was so confused, usually I would follow her wherever I went but now that she was on my back, where would go? I felt that if I take a step I would fall off the edge of the earth and her with me. She gave me a slight squeeze with her legs. I knew it meant go but I was afraid to. She gave a harder squeeze. I reminded myself that she would never ask me to fall of the ends of the earth, so I went forward....
That was the beginning of a whole new life for me. I felt like I was actually something, and listened to every move she made. She eventually actually hade me jumping small jumps in no time. It was not just a horse and a girl anymore, we where one~

I will never forget that dreading day when she patted me goodbye me and drove off to school, and never came back. I waited and waited for two days before I even heard a human being. Her father. I could hear him sob and he walked slowly up to me. I immediately knew that something was seriously wrong, and I started to panic. I followed him untrustingly and when I felt the edge of the trailer I had been loaded up into by her so many times, I absolutely freaked. Rearing up into the air, not caring weather I would fall; I wanted her, and her only. He caught me lead and patted me which soothed me enough to load.

Two months later I could hardly stand form being sore. He had sold me to a small farm with about four other horses. They saw that I was a large heavy horse and decided that I could pull anything despite my being blind. I was now at five years of age yet as worn as a thirty year old. I was never trained for such work. And their was no care whatsoever relating to grooming, love and special diets. Every time I took a wrong step I was tortured for it, and I really never found out what they wanted from me.
Finally they made the decision that I was not good enough, and I was sold again. This next person got me for his 15 year old son, and though I looked like a mess this man believed that I could become an amazing horse, which was a nice feeling on my part. Their was one problem, the farmer never told this man that I was blind, and so about a week into my good feed and care I was sold again, to a farmer with no friends or family, only goats. Who knows why he bought me, but I was their for two years. One day he took away all of the goats and brought me to a smaller pasture which had fresh green grass and was closer to his house. I heard no more goats for those next few months but I did spend a lot of time with the old man, who I eventually started looking forward to every morning.
Right when I was at the start of getting attached to him he stopped coming too. I hated that feeling when one day they do not come. And you are all alone, quietness, darkness. One of the scariest feeling crept over me that moment.



The next few weeks I do not care to describe, nor remember. I just want them to never be thought of again.
Sometimes we wish that things and feeling would just disappear into nowhere, and never come back. Their where moments in those weeks that I wish I would have been in that state.
Finally some kids told their mom that they had not seen the grumpy old man at that haunted house. The parents decided to come and check it out and when the man did not answer the door they called 911. They never noticed that I was back their till one of the ambulance guys came out back to look around and saw that practically dead horse.
I guess what happened is the guy knew he was getting old and got rid of all of his cows but kept me because of my beauty. Well, so much for my beauty. I was probably the ugliest horse on the earth at that time! Some horse rescuers took me and for the next half year I stayed with them getting fed and cared for. Other horses came their in the same state of being as me. Some hated humans. Some freaked out when the human left. I comforted them as much as I could, I really wanted them to be happy too~
I guess I became pretty popular their, and got into a Young Rider and Horse Illustrated magazines, and the adoption center had big combat on whether to keep me or not as their mascot, though they already had one. They where so surprised by me being blind and being able to stay alive for those five weeks with no food, cover, just the grass that grew in the mud, which was hardly enough to keep a foal alive.
They all made an agreement that they would find me a new home, as long as it was too good to be true....

I found that home here at CWHR with all of the other horses and caring family. Yes, they found out that I could be ridden and now I am full-leased by a little girl who reminds me so much of my first owner, strong headed and dare devil but at the some time as gentle as a butterfly. I do small shows and the crowd is oohing and ahhing at me being able to jump.

To me it does not matter, to see or not to see, but I love my life, I love my human, and they love me. That is all that matters really~



~~Picture~~

So Gentle A Horse
Still Gentle Indeed
Yet When Let Out To The Snow
He Becomes a Great Steed

[corrosive_limes]

Reserve<3

[.FrozenFire.]

Owner
.FrozenFire.
Name
Nessuno
(meaning nobody | italian)
Gender
Gelding (May have 1 breeding)
Age
9 years old
Breed
Draft Horse
Story
It was cold. Cold and dark, but the gelding knew that there was no way out of his life. He stared at the almost black walls of his little "stall" in the old barn. It rained and snowed through the roof, but the farmer wouldn't do anything against it. Then he circled in his small place, but his legs still hurt, because he wanted to run. Day for day he stood there, waiting for his cruel owner who would put him in front of a carriage to pull various things. He hadn't any stamina at all, but if Nessuno wouldn't hear, then the whip would make him hear.
Only the next day the farmer came into the barn, shouting something italian at the gelding while he tugged his tack from the beam next to his stall. No pulling for Nessuno today, but he had to carry his rider. Still yelling he forced the horse out of the barn into the snow, whipping him with a twig. He was in pain, but the gelding did his best to listen. The old man slumped into his saddle, whipping him again for nothing. Immediatly Nessuno started to trot, although he wasn't warm at all. The gelding stumbled several times till he fell. The farmer tried to whip him till the horse would get up, but the gelding refused to do so.
The old man left Nessuno where he was and walked away.

Three months later...
Nessuno stood in a warm stall, very warm and cozy. Enough to drink and to eat and other horses to interact with.
The gelding was found by some girls that came back from school three months ago. They brought him home, but their parents said that they couldn't keep him. The family searched for the old owner, but he said that they could keep him, and if not, he would go to the slaughter. Since the young family absolutely couldn't keept the horse, they decided to give him to a horse rescue.
But still Nessuno didn't got a better life then. The first rescue he went to was overburdened with horses. He wasn't really cared for and soon after he started to go blind. Sadly no one could really say why, but he was taken by another rescue. They could save his sight partly, but both eyes weren't the best anymore.
A young women approached the gelding and stroaked his mane while she haltered him.
"Today is your day my boy. You will go home finally."
Nessuno nodded with his head and gently pulled forwards. Side by side they walked out of the cozy barn towards a nice looking young lady. She was called Blue and seemed nice to the gelding.
After working on the last papers, Nessuno was allowed to leave Italy and go to his new home.

Today...
Nessuno is doing really well now. He is an excellent horse, totally calm and very nice to the other horses.
It is not really clear yet if he can be ridden or driven in the future, but that wouldn't be necessary at all. He's doing well enough as friend and listener. He's just perfect as he is.

Picture
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[actually too big to put it here, but I think it's beautiful, although pretty sad]

[corrosive_limes]

Owner:Zenstar
Name:Snow falling
Gender: Gelding (May have 1 breeding)
Age: 9 years old
Breed: Draft Horse
Story:(its a bit like a roleplay) I was riding my horse (Forever Dancing On AKA Prancer) down a dusty dirt road. It was a beautiful day and the birds were singing in the trees, when suddenly I hear this agonized whinny acommpanied with a cruel and cold laugh. The noise was coming from an old and broken down barn. I stopped Prancer and tied her to a tree branch so i could walk over to inspect it. When i peeked around the broken door, I could barely restrain a gasp of horror. A man, about 30 to 40 years of age, had a beautiful snowy white draft horse gelding crosstied and was beating him and whipping him. I noticed the horses eyes had a milky sheen so i assumed he was partially blind. I ran back to Prancer and gallopped home. That night in bed, I thought about what i would do. I knew that road well and so did Prancer. I had an idea! I hopped out of bed and carefully got dressed. I went to the bathroom and selected some bandages and some wraps. I also went to the kitchen and got some apples and sugar cubes. I put my boots on and walked out to the barn. I opened the door and peered in side. I picked up a flashlight that we keep on a shelf next to the door and turned it on. Prancer's head popped out over her stall door. I got her tack frOm the tack room as well as an extra halter and lead rope. I tacked up Prancer quickly and mounted. I started to walk her out of the barn. She sensed my urgency and started trotting in the cool night air. As we approached the beaten down barn, I once again stopped Prancer and tied her to a tree. I slowly approached the barn. I heard low moans of pain coming from the horse. I opened the door slowly and activated the flashlight. I knew it wouldnt be long until dawn and i didnt know when his owner woke up, but i wanted to be gone by then. I knew the horse would not trust a human, even one with good intentions. I knew he could be dangerous in a tight space, especially if he felt threatened and was wounded as I assumed he was. I shonne the flashlight around the space slowly, getting a fell for the place. I slowly entered and the horses head shot up, his nostrils flaring. I assumed a non threatening stance and he calmed ever so slightly, still tense and wary. I slowly approahed and held out my empty hand, hoping he wouldny spook. He slowly and tensley reached his head, which, i noted with some dismay, was still crosstied. He sniffed my hand and was slighty convinced i wouldnt hurt him. I approached him again and slowly reached up by his head but he almost immediately reared. Headshy. This was not going to be easy. I unclipped one lead rope and attached mine. I sslowly reached up to unclip the other lead rope, hoping he wouldnt rear again. I got lucky and he didnt. Now all i had to do was get him home. -TIME SKIP- When I got him home, it was dawn. I tied him to a post and started checking him over. He had bad st=cratches on his face and he was half blind in each eye. He was underfed and most bones in his body were showing. He was in bad shape. As the weeks passed, I slowly nurtured back to health. He was a beautiful horse with a stunning coat and i judged him to be nine years old. He wasnt fully healed yet. Visibly he was perfect, but mental healing had only just begun. He was headshy and abused, afraid of humans. The road to recovery was hard, but he was a tough horse and i was confident that he would heal. But only time will tell.
Picture:A new day begins on the road to recovery
The gentleness buried within

[all patched up]

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[teresa8oats]

~~Owner~~
teresa8oats

~~Name~~
Winters Embrace
aka
Ghost

~~Gender~~
Gelding
[May have 1 breeding]

~~Age~~
9 years old

~~Breed~~
Draft Horse

~~Story~~

You and me have both herd of those horses who where saved from slaughter, or found in a pasture in someone's backyard starving and knee deep in mud. Sometimes we cry reading or watching about these instances, and we smile and laugh about the happy endings that they come out to be. Maybe our story will not be as touching as these, but every time I think if it, I will tear up or laugh at his happily ever after. And today, I present to you, not mine but Ghosts story, from his point of view~

As a foal the first thing I experienced was the warm tong that licked me clean. I was born half blind, a very rare outcome for any normal foal. Usally it would be of old age that a horse would get such a thing, but I guess I was special in my own ways. Eventually I got to taste my mothers warm milk, which made me shiver with delight. She was a very large white mare, as pure a white as a dove. No one really knows how I got blind, but they do not know who my father was either.
My mothers biggest fright was humans, and she was saved from slaughter, and despite of all of the care and training she never really learned to love humans. Yes, she would allow to be petted by the young girl who fed her every day, but otherwise she was just that little grey mare in the far pasture. They only found out she was pregnant with me two months after they got her, and four months later I was born. I never saw the features of this young girl, only her smell and shadow. The morning after I was born I heard some screams with joy and the presence of her, for that first time. I never knew what a part she would be in my life at that time.

As I grew to be a two year old she started training me. I trusted her totally with whatever she did. I knew she would never harm me. Sometimes I had to remind myself that whatever she did for me was for the best, no matter the weird smell and feel.
After the cold metal in the mouth, and the wholly blanket, the leather smelling 'saddle' as they called it, even after the tight belt that she strung to my stomach, the weirdest part so far was feeling a heaviness and presence of her on my back. I was so confused, usually I would follow her wherever I went but now that she was on my back, where would go? I felt that if I take a step I would fall off the edge of the earth and her with me. She gave me a slight squeeze with her legs. I knew it meant go but I was afraid to. She gave a harder squeeze. I reminded myself that she would never ask me to fall of the ends of the earth, so I went forward....
That was the beginning of a whole new life for me. I felt like I was actually something, and listened to every move she made. She eventually actually hade me jumping small jumps in no time. It was not just a horse and a girl anymore, we where one~

I will never forget that dreading day when she patted me goodbye me and drove off to school, and never came back. I waited and waited for two days before I even heard a human being. Her father. I could hear him sob and he walked slowly up to me. I immediately knew that something was seriously wrong, and I started to panic. I followed him untrustingly and when I felt the edge of the trailer I had been loaded up into by her so many times, I absolutely freaked. Rearing up into the air, not caring weather I would fall; I wanted her, and her only. He caught me lead and patted me which soothed me enough to load.

Two months later I could hardly stand form being sore. He had sold me to a small farm with about four other horses. They saw that I was a large heavy horse and decided that I could pull anything despite my being blind. I was now at five years of age yet as worn as a thirty year old. I was never trained for such work. And their was no care whatsoever relating to grooming, love and special diets. Every time I took a wrong step I was tortured for it, and I really never found out what they wanted from me.
Finally they made the decision that I was not good enough, and I was sold again. This next person got me for his 15 year old son, and though I looked like a mess this man believed that I could become an amazing horse, which was a nice feeling on my part. Their was one problem, the farmer never told this man that I was blind, and so about a week into my good feed and care I was sold again, to a farmer with no friends or family, only goats. Who knows why he bought me, but I was their for two years. One day he took away all of the goats and brought me to a smaller pasture which had fresh green grass and was closer to his house. I heard no more goats for those next few months but I did spend a lot of time with the old man, who I eventually started looking forward to every morning.
Right when I was at the start of getting attached to him he stopped coming too. I hated that feeling when one day they do not come. And you are all alone, quietness, darkness. One of the scariest feeling crept over me that moment.



The next few weeks I do not care to describe, nor remember. I just want them to never be thought of again.
Sometimes we wish that things and feeling would just disappear into nowhere, and never come back. Their where moments in those weeks that I wish I would have been in that state.
Finally some kids told their mom that they had not seen the grumpy old man at that haunted house. The parents decided to come and check it out and when the man did not answer the door they called 911. They never noticed that I was back their till one of the ambulance guys came out back to look around and saw that practically dead horse.
I guess what happened is the guy knew he was getting old and got rid of all of his cows but kept me because of my beauty. Well, so much for my beauty. I was probably the ugliest horse on the earth at that time! Some horse rescuers took me and for the next half year I stayed with them getting fed and cared for. Other horses came their in the same state of being as me. Some hated humans. Some freaked out when the human left. I comforted them as much as I could, I really wanted them to be happy too~
I guess I became pretty popular their, and got into a Young Rider and Horse Illustrated magazines, and the adoption center had big combat on whether to keep me or not as their mascot, though they already had one. They where so surprised by me being blind and being able to stay alive for those five weeks with no food, cover, just the grass that grew in the mud, which was hardly enough to keep a foal alive.
They all made an agreement that they would find me a new home, as long as it was too good to be true....

I found that home here at CWHR with all of the other horses and caring family. Yes, they found out that I could be ridden and now I am full-leased by a little girl who reminds me so much of my first owner, strong headed and dare devil but at the some time as gentle as a butterfly. I do small shows and the crowd is oohing and ahhing at me being able to jump.

To me it does not matter, to see or not to see, but I love my life, I love my human, and they love me. That is all that matters really~



~~Picture~~

So Gentle A Horse
Still Gentle Indeed
Yet When Let Out To The Snow
He Becomes a Great Steed

[teresa8oats]

phew.... done with my story....

Friendly bump <3

[all patched up]

~~Owner~~
teresa8oats

~~Name~~
Winters Embrace
aka
Ghost

~~Gender~~
Gelding
[May have 1 breeding]

~~Age~~
9 years old

~~Breed~~
Draft Horse

~~Story~~

You and me have both herd of those horses who where saved from slaughter, or found in a pasture in someone's backyard starving and knee deep in mud. Sometimes we cry reading or watching about these instances, and we smile and laugh about the happy endings that they come out to be. Maybe our story will not be as touching as these, but every time I think if it, I will tear up or laugh at his happily ever after. And today, I present to you, not mine but Ghosts story, from his point of view~

As a foal the first thing I experienced was the warm tong that licked me clean. I was born half blind, a very rare outcome for any normal foal. Usally it would be of old age that a horse would get such a thing, but I guess I was special in my own ways. Eventually I got to taste my mothers warm milk, which made me shiver with delight. She was a very large white mare, as pure a white as a dove. No one really knows how I got blind, but they do not know who my father was either.
My mothers biggest fright was humans, and she was saved from slaughter, and despite of all of the care and training she never really learned to love humans. Yes, she would allow to be petted by the young girl who fed her every day, but otherwise she was just that little grey mare in the far pasture. They only found out she was pregnant with me two months after they got her, and four months later I was born. I never saw the features of this young girl, only her smell and shadow. The morning after I was born I heard some screams with joy and the presence of her, for that first time. I never knew what a part she would be in my life at that time.

As I grew to be a two year old she started training me. I trusted her totally with whatever she did. I knew she would never harm me. Sometimes I had to remind myself that whatever she did for me was for the best, no matter the weird smell and feel.
After the cold metal in the mouth, and the wholly blanket, the leather smelling 'saddle' as they called it, even after the tight belt that she strung to my stomach, the weirdest part so far was feeling a heaviness and presence of her on my back. I was so confused, usually I would follow her wherever I went but now that she was on my back, where would go? I felt that if I take a step I would fall off the edge of the earth and her with me. She gave me a slight squeeze with her legs. I knew it meant go but I was afraid to. She gave a harder squeeze. I reminded myself that she would never ask me to fall of the ends of the earth, so I went forward....
That was the beginning of a whole new life for me. I felt like I was actually something, and listened to every move she made. She eventually actually hade me jumping small jumps in no time. It was not just a horse and a girl anymore, we where one~

I will never forget that dreading day when she patted me goodbye me and drove off to school, and never came back. I waited and waited for two days before I even heard a human being. Her father. I could hear him sob and he walked slowly up to me. I immediately knew that something was seriously wrong, and I started to panic. I followed him untrustingly and when I felt the edge of the trailer I had been loaded up into by her so many times, I absolutely freaked. Rearing up into the air, not caring weather I would fall; I wanted her, and her only. He caught me lead and patted me which soothed me enough to load.

Two months later I could hardly stand form being sore. He had sold me to a small farm with about four other horses. They saw that I was a large heavy horse and decided that I could pull anything despite my being blind. I was now at five years of age yet as worn as a thirty year old. I was never trained for such work. And their was no care whatsoever relating to grooming, love and special diets. Every time I took a wrong step I was tortured for it, and I really never found out what they wanted from me.
Finally they made the decision that I was not good enough, and I was sold again. This next person got me for his 15 year old son, and though I looked like a mess this man believed that I could become an amazing horse, which was a nice feeling on my part. Their was one problem, the farmer never told this man that I was blind, and so about a week into my good feed and care I was sold again, to a farmer with no friends or family, only goats. Who knows why he bought me, but I was their for two years. One day he took away all of the goats and brought me to a smaller pasture which had fresh green grass and was closer to his house. I heard no more goats for those next few months but I did spend a lot of time with the old man, who I eventually started looking forward to every morning.
Right when I was at the start of getting attached to him he stopped coming too. I hated that feeling when one day they do not come. And you are all alone, quietness, darkness. One of the scariest feeling crept over me that moment.



The next few weeks I do not care to describe, nor remember. I just want them to never be thought of again.
Sometimes we wish that things and feeling would just disappear into nowhere, and never come back. Their where moments in those weeks that I wish I would have been in that state.
Finally some kids told their mom that they had not seen the grumpy old man at that haunted house. The parents decided to come and check it out and when the man did not answer the door they called 911. They never noticed that I was back their till one of the ambulance guys came out back to look around and saw that practically dead horse.
I guess what happened is the guy knew he was getting old and got rid of all of his cows but kept me because of my beauty. Well, so much for my beauty. I was probably the ugliest horse on the earth at that time! Some horse rescuers took me and for the next half year I stayed with them getting fed and cared for. Other horses came their in the same state of being as me. Some hated humans. Some freaked out when the human left. I comforted them as much as I could, I really wanted them to be happy too~
I guess I became pretty popular their, and got into a Young Rider and Horse Illustrated magazines, and the adoption center had big combat on whether to keep me or not as their mascot, though they already had one. They where so surprised by me being blind and being able to stay alive for those five weeks with no food, cover, just the grass that grew in the mud, which was hardly enough to keep a foal alive.
They all made an agreement that they would find me a new home, as long as it was too good to be true....

I found that home here at CWHR with all of the other horses and caring family. Yes, they found out that I could be ridden and now I am full-leased by a little girl who reminds me so much of my first owner, strong headed and dare devil but at the some time as gentle as a butterfly. I do small shows and the crowd is oohing and ahhing at me being able to jump.

To me it does not matter, to see or not to see, but I love my life, I love my human, and they love me. That is all that matters really~



~~Picture~~

So Gentle A Horse
Still Gentle Indeed
Yet When Let Out To The Snow
He Becomes a Great Steed

Congratulations, Teresa! I love the story and the way you set out your form. Also, the name fits perfectly.^^

[teresa8oats]

I am making his a Shire because their are no other draft breeds that come in his color