I’ve seen a lot of strange things, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw that day. Walking through the farm, I approached a beautiful chestnut horse resting near the fence. Its gentle eyes followed me, and everything seemed normal until I got closer. That’s when I noticed it—its ear.
At first, I thought it was just dirt, but as I leaned in, my stomach twisted in shock. The horse’s ear was crawling with ticks. Hundreds of them. Some were bloated and engorged, clinging tightly to the sensitive skin. It was like a scene from a nightmare.
The poor horse flicked its ear repeatedly, trying in vain to shake off the parasites. The sight was enough to send shivers down my spine. How long had it been suffering like this? I knew something had to be done immediately.
Gathering my courage, I called for help from a vet. Together, we carefully restrained the horse, doing everything possible to avoid causing it pain. The vet patiently removed the ticks one by one, using special tools and applying treatment to the affected area. It was a painstaking process, but the horse stood bravely, as though it knew we were there to help.
After what felt like hours, the infestation was finally cleared. The vet applied a soothing salve to protect the ear and prevent further infections.
Seeing the horse relieved and calm after the ordeal was a moment of triumph. That terrifying sight served as a reminder—animals often suffer silently, relying on compassionate humans to step in when needed.
