FREEDOM

Today I had a long list of got-to-do items. I didn’t do a single one of them. Instead, I got hung up in watching some of the save-the-horses reels on facebook.

FREEDOM! – © LYON 2025

It completely blows my mind how people just throw horses away as if they are worthless pieces of trash. There was one horse who was 2 or 3 years old, and, even so young, was a race-track champion. Ribbon-winner.

He got sent to the auction yard within 2 hours of winning his last race. Pardon me, but what-the-feckingeverlovin’ hell? Who DOES that?

He was within less than 24 hours of being sent to Canada or Mexico for meat when one of the save-the-horses orgs found and rescued him.

Most of the horses I see in these heart-breaking reels are emaciated, torn up, broken, mangey, mangled and obviously have been grossly mistreated.

Not this one – he looked like he could go right back on the track and win five more races in the same day.

Sometimes I feel so utterly disgusted with humans that I want a divorce from the species. I thank the high goodness that helped people come up with and form these rescue groups – they are a true boon.

There’s just something about horses that makes my heart inflate and push welling-up tears out of my eyes. I am moved by them unlike any other critter.

If I was a horse, I think I’d be black with a white mane and tail. I see them running and playing, scooting across the plains, and I want to be out there with them, my mane flying out behind me, my tail streaming in the wind of my passage. Hoofbeats of joyous beats against the hardened soil

Or maybe I’d be fat and glossy from munching on rich green grass by some beautiful river. Watching the sun as it slips behind the magenta-tipped mountains, stars billowing up from the horizon.

How anybody is able to even begin to think of harming even one of these magnificent creatures is beyond me.

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