He had no name. No history. And just days before he was due on a truck to the knackery.

When I got the call about an old horse left behind on a cattle farm, I didn’t know what I was walking into.

What I found was a ghost of a horse—starved, silent, and utterly forgotten.

We gave him a name: Gandalf. What followed was a long, quiet journey of healing—for both of us.

This is not just a rescue story. It’s about trust, transformation, and second chances.

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