Chestnut fur,
Pure black mane.
Friendly eyes,
Yet they hold so much pain.
The staggering limp,
Gash on his leg.
Makes you wince.
His eyes- they beg.
Sweat lines fill the fur.
This is animal abuse.
This beautiful animal being treated this way.
Yet his owner still puts the saddle to use.
I don't see vet bill.
His eyes full of hurting,
Pain and agony.
It's horrible.
Such a tragedy.
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Phoenix was with our boarding facilities before Anna was born and it was as emotionally an heart breaking for her to grow up with him and seeing me treat his wounds and feed him and give him attention that his human didn’t! She was with him at the end