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“IF WE DON’T HURRY UP, THIS LOAD OF HORSES WILL DIE.” Ally’s words echoed in my head as I gazed at thirty neatly tied horses on the final day of fundraising. We were trying to save the final thirty horses from shipping to slaughter in Canada for human consumption. No pressure. Each horses possessed a sad or scared inward look. They’d been waiting for two days to be freed from one of the most dangerous places for horses in America— the slaughter holding facility. The resources in here were limited, and time even shorter. Many regularly dropped dead from illness, injury or just plain stress. One gelding (a male castrated horse) stood apart from the rest. I don’t know if it was the splash of white on his face that ran from his forehead to the tip of his nose, or his delicate ears or the intelligent expression in his eyes— but something about him just commanded attention. Regal horses are often described as having the look of eagles, and this one certainly did. He was emaciated and covered in auction tags— I counted four different ones. Four sales before ending up at slaughter. Rescues, private buyers and dealers had all had their chance at him and they’d refused to save him. Why? Bad luck? Was he crazy? Unsound? I needed to find out. He had a scarred face from being beat up by the other horses or the iron bars surrounding him, with a neatly curved muzzle and a soft curious expression in his eyes. Those warm ocher eyes tracked my every movement. He didn’t fear humans, at least not women dressed like the Michelin man in a thick parka like me, but to be fair to him I did look like a monster out of an eighties horror movie. It was middle of October weather in Pennsylvania, which put the morning temperatures at around 55 degrees, a dramatic drop from yesterday’s high of 81. When my eyes landed on him, he seemed to almost grow embarrassed and excited, pleased with my attention. He moved and shifted excitedly like a dog about to wag its tail in a friendly hello— but instead he lifted one front leg off the floor. #savehorses #vetbills #horserescue #horsesoftiktok #sanctuarylife

“IF WE DON’T HURRY UP, THIS LOAD OF HORSES WILL DIE.” Ally’s words echoed in my head as I gazed at thirty neatly tied horses on the final day of fundraising. We were trying to save the final thirty horses from shipping to slaughter in Canada for human consumption. No pressure. Each horses possessed a sad or scared inward look. They’d been waiting for two days to be freed from one of the most dangerous places for horses in America— the slaughter holding facility. The resources in here were limited, and time even shorter. Many regularly dropped dead from illness, injury or just plain stress. One gelding (a male castrated horse) stood apart from the rest. I don’t know if it was the splash of white on his face that ran from his forehead to the tip of his nose, or his delicate ears or the intelligent expression in his eyes— but something about him just commanded attention. Regal horses are often described as having the look of eagles, and this one certainly did. He was emaciated and covered in auction tags— I counted four different ones. Four sales before ending up at slaughter. Rescues, private buyers and dealers had all had their chance at him and they’d refused to save him. Why? Bad luck? Was he crazy? Unsound? I needed to find out. He had a scarred face from being beat up by the other horses or the iron bars surrounding him, with a neatly curved muzzle and a soft curious expression in his eyes. Those warm ocher eyes tracked my every movement. He didn’t fear humans, at least not women dressed like the Michelin man in a thick parka like me, but to be fair to him I did look like a monster out of an eighties horror movie. It was middle of October weather in Pennsylvania, which put the morning temperatures at around 55 degrees, a dramatic drop from yesterday’s high of 81. When my eyes landed on him, he seemed to almost grow embarrassed and excited, pleased with my attention. He moved and shifted excitedly like a dog about to wag its tail in a friendly hello— but instead he lifted one front leg off the floor. #savehorses #vetbills #horserescue #horsesoftiktok #sanctuarylife

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