Dear Irresponsible Horse Owner, Back yard Breeders, Race Horse Industry, etc.. I would like to takes moment to enlighten you on how you have changed my life. Before you started dumping your old, broken and unwanted horses at the auctions and decided a few cents on the pound was better than spending a small bit of money to put down this beautiful animal with the dignity and respect it deserves....... When you decided a fate of going to Mexico and suffering a long tortuous death in the Mexican Rodeo or beaten and crippled before slowly bleeding out and prepped for consumption is worth a few cents on the pound..... You stole from me years and years of love and joy of the beautiful creature known as the horse. I used to see a horse trailer going down the road and strain to see what kind of horses... I would strain to see what color the horse were and I would imagine them going to a horse show, maybe hunter jumpers.... Now I wonder if they are making the last ride or a freedom ride. I would envy a load of hay, thinking it sure looked good.. Today I wish I could hijack it and take it to some of our rescues.... I used to drive by big beautiful ranches and dream of one day owning one of my own and now my eyes scan the horses themselves as I assess the body weight. My relationship with the horse has gone from awe to stress. You have tainted my world, stolen my joy, broken my heart and reduced me to tears. I loathe your very existence. Ono longer dream of riding a beautiful white horse on the beach at sunset, I dream of retribution for what you have done. I cant go to the auctions to look for tack because I will find the old blind mare that took your kids safely down the trail for years... A beautiful trusted steed now standing in a pen shaking from pain, underweight from not being able to chew because you havent done proper teeth care. Hooves so grossly grown out that she cringes so bad when she walks. This is how you thank her for her dedication. The broken gelding you have used for tripping so broken youve deemed him useless so off to the glue factory. I have no use for you... I pity you for what you are. Your irresponsible cold heart turns my stomach. You destroy a gift from God when you destroy the horse. You teach your children to disrespect life to throw away a friend, a companion. In my dreams, I see their faces, I hear their screams and I feel their fear while you put that blood money on top of you dresser and go to sleep like a baby. So I write my proper Thank you letter and invite you to rot in hell
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 07:14:24 +0000
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