continued Called “Neiboust” by two Amish young men who supported her during a critical time — they would come to Skanda to lift her and help her stand — she now has a beautiful bay coat and shining, kind eyes. Sadly, she lost her foal early on in her recovery, but she is strong and healthy now and ready for adoption.
Like Neiboust, the little black yearling was too weak to stand. Emaciated and exhausted, six volunteers and staff members carried him across the chute and lay him down where he hardly moved for hours. When Secor came to visit him in the middle of the night, she touched his shoulder and broke down crying. She would name him “Modig” which means brave in Swedish, and Little Mo, as he came to be called, lived every moment of his life at Skanda with exceptional courage.
Little Mo lived only a week at Skanda before passing on, but in that week he touched the lives of everyone who encountered him. He couldn’t even lift his head on his own, so Secor, staff and volunteers gave him water and hay by hand. They rotated his body every few hours, propping him up on his sternum and positioning hay bales at his sides for support. After that first night, he lost his vision. Unable now to see, he listened for Secor and the others, perking up each time they entered the barn to bring him food and water.
“He trusted us so completely,” Secor said. She would sit beside him with his head in her lap, stroking him softly, and he was happy to eat and be cared for and loved. “It was such a profound experience being with Little Mo in that last week of his life. He was a wild, unhandled pony, just a baby, and he melted into us. He had a true zest for living.”