BY COURTNEY S. DIEHL, DVM
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The scrawny foal huddled miserably in the corner of the straw-fi lled pen, and i moved as slowly as i could so as not to scare her more. My heart sank as i took in her protruding ribs and scraggly coat. she was only seven days old and had been orphaned for two of them. And she was wild.