11/09/2025
HE WAS JUST A BABY AND HE WAS DYING RIGHT IN FRONT OF US
Part II of Flames Story
“It’s get him to a hospital now or euthanize him while he’s down,” Dr. Davis said gravely. “His heart rate is low, he’s cold and he’s unresponsive.”
“Send him to the hospital,” my wife Ally said without hesitation.
Dr. Davis grave a brief nod and hurried out of the small barn to call the hospital and let them know we were coming.
The little c**t lay prone in the sawdust, he was motionless as Ally sat down beside him and lifted his head into her lap.
The baby c**t named Flame had been exposed to numerous contagious pathogens that would cause pneumonia, sepsis and worse.
Sometimes medications work…
But I’ve truthfully seen Ally do better than antibiotics.
I’ve seen her give these horses the will to fight.
And she was already working on Flame when everything she had.
“He has to want to live,” she said simply.
“Ever since he lost his little boy,” Ally said, “he feels alone and he’s given up.”
Flame was driven directly to the slaughter holding facility in the back of a buggy in the lap of a little boy like a lost lamb.
The little boy named him Flame, and loved him deeply— but he was forced by his father to drop Flame off at the slaughter holding facility due to the c**t having untreated lax tendons.
Since they hadn’t gotten better, the Father felt it was Gods will for Flame to be culled from his herd.
The little boy had sobbed the whole way out of sight as he left Flame inside the yawning evil mouth of the slaughter holding facility, and I suspected a similar gaping chasm had been blasted into his heart.
There’s no pain like being forced to abandon an animal you love.
I turned my thoughts back to Ally and Flame and present day.
She rubbed him, talked softly to him and hummed a tune I instantly recognized. A little smile played at the corner of my lips.
“You are my sunshine…”
Flame’s eyelids flickered at the sound of her soft and clear voice.
“My only sunshine…”
I watched as his ears twitched.
“You make me happy, when skies are gray…”
His eyes opened and two beautiful brown ones gazed up at her kind gentle face.
“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you…”
He shifted his little legs at the words.
“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
She finished the little song right as Dr. Davis and her assistant Emily came back into the stall.
“We need to see if he can get up on his own,” Dr. Davis informed us. I knew what that meant— if he wasn’t able to, it may not be kind to haul him forty five minutes just for him to die on the car ride over.
Dr. Davis was better than a good vet, she was a great one. She always cared about the horses best interest first. We trusted her implicitly.
If Flame could be saved, she would fight and save him. Just like Ally.
What happened next might look a little rough, but Mother horses actually paw their newborn babies and bite them sometimes to get them to stand. Horses are prey animals so their instincts say a down baby is a dead one.
In fact, just by lying down too long, Flame could go into shock and just slip away…
All three women gave one giant Hail Mary to get Flame up. It hadn’t worked for Joe or the other vets before Ally got there.
But it needed to work now.
My heart was in my throat.
“Get up Flame,” Ally ordered him.
And to my complete and utter amazement, he did. He stood right up and held himself upright on shaky legs.
The women stood around him for a split second with shocked and then hopeful expressions.
“Let’s get him on the road,” Dr. Davis said and a little cheer from all of us went up.
In answer, Flame whinnied.
“He wants to live,” Emily said.
He did indeed.
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Hayden pulled up his pride and joy— a 2010s model F250 diesel truck in platinum trim. That truck always shone like a new penny— and the interior was rubbed down and cleaner than a new car.
It was the love of Hayden’s life, along with ladies of a blonde persuasion, and I knew what it meant for him to volunteer to put a dying baby c**t in the back of it with projectile diarrhea.
In that moment, for Hayden, the lifted gleaming truck no longer mattered, the little c**t mattered most— and blankets and towels and soft pillows were laid down across the back seat to make it comfortable for sweet Flame to ride back there.
Flame lit up when he saw Hayden— another young man just like his boy. He whinnied happily to him, even adding a few little talkative nickers.
“We got you, little man,” Hayden said, lifting him into the back of his truck.
Flame stood back there like it was a perfectly normal way to haul a little horse.
Hayden turned back to me and clapped me on the shoulder. “I’ll have him safely delivered as quickly as I can.”
I nodded to him, “Godspeed.”
With that, he jumped into the truck and drove off— Flame was on his way to the hospital.
Stay tuned for Part III.
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More links!
Donate to Flame:
www.colbyscrewrescue.org/donate
Flame is currently owned by 501c3 rescue, Colby’s Crew. All donations are tax deductible as allowed by state and federal law. EIN # 86-2351417
Flame’s fundraiser:
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Part One of Flame’s story:
https://www.facebook.com/share/r/16kDGdM8GP/?mibextid=wwXIfr