Neglect at its worst.

My name is George, I met Allen, Nancy, and Corri from The Healing Barn three years ago when they had heard about me. Some one told them I had never been out of my stall and that I still had my baby halter on. I was a big boy then, and my halter had grown into my skin and I had a bad infection all over my face. I had so much pain, I could not stand for any one to touch me, I was very afraid. I was especially afraid of the outside because I didn't know what it was. When I came to The Healing Barn I had to go into isolation because . . . (to read the remainder of this article, please log in below.)