I wish I was not called an ‘angel’.
I wish that what I do was considered ‘normal’. I wish that decent care was commonplace, that morals outweighed profit, that a kind hand was all that a creature ever felt from humans.
It is not.
The mare in front of me is proof.
Where are all the people who owned this racehorse? Who made money off her talents, off her speed, and from her babies? The person who stood in the winner’s circle with her, the person who pulled off her last son, the person who drove her to her last auction to gain a final few dollars?
They are not in the barn with her now, as she struggles for her life, broken and discarded.
Her ‘value’ is spent.
She won $178,000 on the track. She has sons racing now, who are winners. She made a lot of money. But she has no retirement account, no IRA, no investments from her accomplishments, no warm house to sleep in…she wasn’t even granted a stall and a part of a field. She was used and dumped. Again and again. Until there was no more profit to make.
I can’t share the details of what was done to her, and what was withheld from her, because yes, I am going after them.
Someone needs to stand up for this mare.