Prince, my boy, bless your Mom for rescuing you when she did. You are one lucky horse!

Years ago, before I got hurt, my girlfriend and I used to go the track and buy the "throwaways" that didn't make it. We'd bring them home, vaccinate and worm and trim feet, then turn them out till they turned into horses again. Sometimes, it took as long as a year for a horse to recover, but we had the land and time, and we were patient. Then we started them from scratch, and worked with them till they were ready to go on to new homes. We did that for many years, and we had the reputation for putting a good mouth on our horses (that was my job!) and for the horses being sane and safe.

I can guarantee you, Mr. Prince, that you "died and went to heaven" the day your Mom rescued you! Bless your heart, big guy! Bags and bags of carrots to you!