It is in the spirit of this new age of equine welfare to write about and to keep things positive. The Right Horse and ASPCA are making great strides to bring awareness to an unsavory subject in the most positive way possible. However, there are some days where it is too hard to keep things positive. Today is one of those days.

Who are we to decide? If a life should be prolonged, kept, or ended? X rays, opinions, test results, observations? Are we God? Should we be allowed to choose the last day for any being to draw a breath?

Mostly I say no. Then I look at a certain horse. In pain. I have no answers for that horse. I have no short or long term cure. I am not a doctor, nor a priest. Merely a lifetime horse lover with a conscience. I want the horse to look at me and speak. To say…please, I have had enough. But they do not. So I make a decision. Cry. Cry some more… and then I write.

I admire and I am grateful for those in the industry who are trained to humanely end suffering. I know I could never be them. Making the choice to take a soul I am trusted to care for… and decide, as I felt compelled to today, is not easy. I get sad. It also reminds me anew that so many horses do not have anyone to offer this last kindness.

Thousands of healthy horses have people who turn a blind eye to them. A life of service or one of future potential ignored. Likely they are looking for the very people in their lives who abandoned them. Right until the moment they load onto the crowded filthy trucks with the other forgotten souls, and make their way across our borders to an unspeakable and ungoverned end of life. Those sad doomed souls know this. A series of someone’s let them down.

They why’s and how’s of this cruel cycle circle around in my head. An angry swarm of bees I cannot seem to shake off. I know I cannot save them all. So I am waiting, and asking for the people of this industry, those who can, and should, to get involved.
I am also wondering what it will take. What words or images are needed to inspire action? I will continue on because it is my only choice. I am not God. However, I know he chose my path for me.

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