Gacus needs help!

See Gacus. If you have strong nerves...

Gacus is suffering.
And in truth - Gacus is dying.
For many days now.

You will see.
If you have strong nerves.

We found him hidden in the shed, and the landlord tried very hard not to let us in.

But the smell of rotting Gacus was hard to hide.

"Fuc...! I told you not to let them in, you stupid woman!" he shouted at the drunk woman guarding the entrance.

It happened.
We went in.
And we were speechless.

Gacus was standing there with a huge hole in his stomach. He was dying.

The landlord was confused: "The horse kicked him, I bought him like that, only now the skin is gone, I sprayed him with something, why are you staring like that, didn't you see the horse?" and closed the mobile phone.

There was a fight.
One of the biggest I've ever seen.
Norbert went mad.
Several times.

I took advantage of the moment.
I swung open the old door.
There was Gacus, his head hanging down, his eyes closed.
He must have been in terrible pain.

I came closer.
I stroked his mane, his warm muzzle.
He snorted softly.
He leaned his head against mine.
And we stood like that while the noise outside the window was getting quiet.

"We're taking him to the clinic. We need money fast for transport and to pay the clinic," Norbert said as he rushed into the barn.

Norbert and Daniel approached Gacus.
I couldn't take my eyes off him.
As if looking at him was going to keep him alive.

We have to get him out of here.
Can you help us?