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If I could say one thing to the horses that gave their entire lives to humans only to be dumped at a sale when they could no longer keep up, it would be this. It’s not your fault. As I sat with Arlo today waiting for the vets to come I just kept saying it’s not your fault. You’re a good boy. I’m sorry. I love you. Our darling Arlo’s X-rays were even worse than I imagined they’d be. He actually had a bone fracture along with horrible arthritis from living like this, being RIDDEN like this. Anyone could look at Arlo and know his ankle was causing him terrible pain. I cannot understand how someone could bring him into the ring and talk about all the things he’s done.. how he’s safe for children .. he’s this and he’s that. Sweet Arlo listening everytime she kicked or kissed for him to go faster. All while in extreme amounts of pain. His bone was so bad that it had deteriorated to the point it looked like it would completely crack in half at any wrong move. If love could have saved Arlo he’d be saved a million times over. The most kind respectful sweet horse. I’ll never understand. We love you Arlo. I know you’re running pain free with Arthur and the whole gang now.