I’m sitting here, literally in a shed, my phone hooked up to a charger because it keeps dying, feeling completely helpless outside of what I can do on social media. I feel like the last two days have quite literally sucked everything out of me.
We had the most amazing gala on Saturday, the first one that we have done since 2019, hoping to grow who we are within our community and showcase what we are all about what we are trying to accomplish as an organization, both nationally and locally in our town.
Leave it to me, a senior dog was dumped during our event and at the end of the night no one had taken her home so that left me taking her in. Not only that but our trash haulers showed up having found 80- 100-year-old turtle at the dump, which also is now under my care. Knowing I had to leave and put that responsibility onto the girl who watches my dogs made me sick. I worry so much about all of the animals, especially my dog children, that this just added a whole other level of anxiety for me.
Tuesday night I barely slept maybe a couple of hours, I just tossing and turning and thinking about how I had to leave, but I was going to see when I got to Texas, the whole auction weekend always gives me the worst anxiety. There are so many lives that need help and there’s only so much that collectively, I can do with the support of social media. I just wish that there was another way to help them without having to lean on so many to do so much.
When I got to Texas yesterday, I was running on fumes, but I drove straight to the sale barn. Sometimes they are shipping horses out sometimes they are not, so I never know really know what I am going to see when I get there. It turned out that it happened to be one of those days where they were shipping not just one, but possibly two loads out.
I immediately started taking videos and pictures of the work courses, they always pull up my heartstrings. It always makes me sick to my stomach, knowing that they work for people their whole lives, never getting a chance to be a horse, never getting a chance to know love, just work, work, work until there’s nothing left of them quite literally.
They are treated like nothing more than tractors, pieces of equipment, and when they can’t plow the fields anymore, they are sold at the local auctions around the country so that the owners can try to recoup money to buy more horses to plow the fields.
It always makes me second blows my mind how they can just look at these horses, withering away, limping around and they do nothing about it. They work them in those conditions until the horses don’t work for them anymore and then they are just thrown away. They don’t care where they end up. They don’t care how they end up. It’s so selfish and it’s so wrong.
This morning, we were able to save several from shipping, but the truck is coming back tomorrow morning to transport the remainder, as well as horses that were dropped off this morning and this afternoon. It’s a vicious cycle that never ends and can almost seem overwhelming, but what gives me strength is knowing that our numbers are growing, our voices are getting louder, and we are slowly achieving more and more. Even if it’s one life saved, that’s one life saved from a horrible death and that means something in itself as well.
Right now, we are fundraising for a third workhorse, when that horse is fundraising for who we have named Buford, we are then going to work on the three work horses that need to go to the vet hospital that are in pain, as well as a bonded pair that look related that we have named Bear and Kitty. Bear has strangles really bad and half his jaw is filled with puss.
Once we have them fundraised for, we will then focus on the five remaining draft horses that are set to ship tomorrow, then go from there.
One horse at a time.
So far 4 rescues and one private party have stepped forward to fundraise and intake 7 of the horses that were shipping which is incredible. Their lives changed forever in the best way.
We, I, THEY need your help. No donation is too small and it makes all the difference to them, literally.
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