We first introduced him four years ago…..and we started by saying that he is safe. He is by all accounts spectacular. A bay Hanoverian…4 equally matched white socks and a noble, intelligent, and sensitive face, sporting both a blaze…and an expression that suggests a world of hurt, betrayal, ……..and today, relief. He is a trained hunter, dropped off (by his owner) at an auction yard that caters to the kill buyers and sells horses (and pets) by the pound. After his quarantine, he came to us…and we greeted him respectfully, brushing away the tears that slightly obscured our vision, but not the truth. He was exhausted, and clearly stressed under his stoic guard. It was clear that he had not been truly touched in a very long time, yet after a few days of gentle grooming and compassionate touch found him crying for us when we exited his stall. They had continued to work and jump him…hard…in spite of him being very neurologic and having advanced and progressive ring bone in three of his feet. He was a commodity to them….to us a hero, a horse who had given 25 years, his life, to serve. Now it is his turn, we will serve him. Because he is neurologic, we cannot re home him, but rest assured that Galway is HOME.