Hobo was brought to us one day while we were at work. We have no idea who it was, he was just left tied in our barn. He could not stand but a very short time, couldn't eat or drink. We sat with him most of the night trying to get him to eat something, but he was just to far gone.

     If we could have gotten him just a couple of weeks earlier, we might could have helped. Hobo passed  the next morning and is buried at the back of our place.