The fact that one can die of a broken heart is a cruel reality for us. Often enough we had to observe that little foals stopped eating out of sheer grief. This also happened to Baricello. All consolations, all caresses and every kind word bounced off his unspeakable grief. At that time, we were at the beginning of our work and thought we were the heroes. But our affection alone didn't make the foal happy. We searched for its mother and found her as a carriage horse in the city. Chatleen's owner was willing to sell her to us and so she came to Gut Aiderbichl. At first, the two looked at each other in disbelief, until the realisation came. They had each other again and never again they would be separated. The skinny foal became a handsome wallach.
