Breaking Heart

I like to read Joe's blog every day. He runs Thoroughbred Friends, also known as TBFriends.

When I read his blog today, it broke my heart. I'm copying his post from day here so you too can read what he had to go through...

Friday, July 27th... It happens frequently. I see it often. Horses who die because of human neglect. He was only 5 years old. There is a racing tattoo. In this condition the neglect must have began two years ago. Which means he would have been 3. Every horse should have a name. It’s a dignity thing. Our vet Lisa said lets call him Ryan.Yesterday Ryan arrived with another gelding. The other gelding is also neglected, but he should improve. Ryan doesn’t have a chance. We had to carry Ryan off the trailer. He almost fell to the ground. If Ryan wants to move an inch he has to hop. He stands on the ball of his left heel. Despite his pain Ryan lets out a happy sigh. He sees our gelding Burning Blur and tries to get closer to him. With all the horses on our ranch, there is no better friend than Burning Blur. How did Ryan know this? In 4 hours Ryan ate 7 or 8 carrots. A large tub of grain. Two full buckets of water. In those 4 hours Ryan received dozens of hugs. Over and over he was told sorry this happened to you. And then Lisa put him to sleep.I am showing pictures of Ryan below. His neglect should never have happened.There are thousands of places on the internet to go for help. One place says no, you move on to the next. With all the choices, all the possibilities, no horse should ever end up in this condition. But they do. It boggles the brain.Have a good weekend. Where did July go? Summer is flying by…Joe


To top that off, I read on a rescue's Facebook page, that a rescue had to watch an entire semi load of horses drive past headed for slaughter. It's hard enough knowing that the horses are being slaughtered but it's more and more prevalent these days. Breaks my heart.