tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132615239641238732024-03-05T08:04:50.680-08:00Save The Horses Daily NewsHorseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.comBlogger177125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-59782819856511116982022-04-28T05:35:00.000-07:002022-04-28T05:35:05.802-07:00Part 2 - Slaughter bound plow horse saved, a heartwarming story about Hope <h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif">Authors:</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"> </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"> </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif">Holly Taggart, Flourishing Tree Farms and </span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif">Amber Doster, STH Volunteer</span></span></h4><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaII_ewPHBtIXmCEI5vhSXhWUDYGOITGjPq5pH6QjjrfVWaEs-Fll7ni-2xbtMRsV6wjWqZGAPauZg-cDlQVNnL-H0vjGsgbbp3t58hmjSQ2qsy3Hj4mAEoYLxboa4tEXRhgQPdpKevaOi9nI-D4mjcVLJjt0Ai30wTTdK_46r88vDaAxzUc_WhiNwAw/s2778/Hope_1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="clear: left; color: #f3f3f3; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2778" data-original-width="1284" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaII_ewPHBtIXmCEI5vhSXhWUDYGOITGjPq5pH6QjjrfVWaEs-Fll7ni-2xbtMRsV6wjWqZGAPauZg-cDlQVNnL-H0vjGsgbbp3t58hmjSQ2qsy3Hj4mAEoYLxboa4tEXRhgQPdpKevaOi9nI-D4mjcVLJjt0Ai30wTTdK_46r88vDaAxzUc_WhiNwAw/s320/Hope_1.jpg" width="148" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">“The day we decided to go for it all and bail her out of the kill pen, I was told she was safe.” My heart skipped a beat but jumped for joy to know Meatball was safe. Little did I know, my journey with Meatball had just begun.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">I had been watching the slaughter pipeline now for some time. My husband and I now had the means and a facility to be able to go in and rescue those who needed to be saved. We have watched these horses come and go and helped donate a little along the way to save some. Then came Meatball, the big, beautiful Belgium draft mare, which was a different story. She really stood out to us. We watched her video and watched her ride and she seemed so sweet but so defeated. The day we decided to go for it and bail her out, I was told she was safe. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in; text-align: left;"><o:p><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Meatball was one of two Belgium drafts that was saved from a kill pen, on a cold January morning in 2022. She came to Save The Horses (STH) with Punkin Pie (now Beshert), scared and tired from the long journey. Beshert severely malnourished and had horrible hooves. Their uncertain destiny became certain that January morning and their journey toward rehabilitation and rehoming started that very day.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in; text-align: left;"><o:p><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">I LOVE drafts!! Their size and beauty to me is unmatched by any others. Living so close to Amish country and watching them at the Pennsylvania farm shows just fueled my passion for these beautiful animals. I would love to own a hitch someday however, seeing all the drafts used up by the Amish then shipped to the auction when their working days were done is absolutely heartbreaking. I wanted to start somewhere so I decided I would rescue out of the slaughter pipeline and give one or 2 a chance at a better life. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in; text-align: left;"><o:p><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">I inquired with STH, a local rescue, about adopting a horse. Much to my surprise, the Belgium draft I had been patiently watching and hoping to save from the kill pen was at STH, literally a stone’s throw from our farm. Call it fate, luck, or destiny, it was <b>meant to be</b>. We started the adoption process immediately. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3RiIbPbNEor8edFizjTN7m1W6YJqjlui1FJAyDo3XL9EJ-kT-IC1kvRfEeCcOYgM1zIJfs1Z812Wxw2avFvZ3tyq_R2Pk9CJPpKLpF0llZgeT5qSiQGHgGTgYy50VHOaByTU4Kl4PeV6Y7vgNLK6lqeLGazfpz3JNWX2ctDkY_Fj4y5F7Q8gxUGQ4A/s4032/Hope_2.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="clear: right; color: #f3f3f3; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3RiIbPbNEor8edFizjTN7m1W6YJqjlui1FJAyDo3XL9EJ-kT-IC1kvRfEeCcOYgM1zIJfs1Z812Wxw2avFvZ3tyq_R2Pk9CJPpKLpF0llZgeT5qSiQGHgGTgYy50VHOaByTU4Kl4PeV6Y7vgNLK6lqeLGazfpz3JNWX2ctDkY_Fj4y5F7Q8gxUGQ4A/s320/Hope_2.jpg" width="240" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3; text-align: left;">After the adoption was approved, we set out to bring her home. We have a large round pen, which is where she was going to stay until the vet had the chance to check her over. When we arrived home, I pulled right up to the round pen not knowing how she would react. When I opened the trailer door to go in and get her out, she was shaking like a leaf. I felt so bad!!! All I could think of was, oh my goodness she’s probably thinking now where am I going? Whose hands am I going to be in now? My heart sank, but even though she was nervous she never made a wrong move, she was kind and as gentle as she could be. I walked her into the round pen and let her go and she took a deep sigh and was completely calm and peaceful. From that moment forward, it has been like she has been here for years. I am completely amazed at how well she has handled herself with all that she has been through, most of which we will never know. She is so calm and sweet to be around. My daughters and I were leaning on the panels watching her amazed at her size and gentleness. I said to them “After all she’s been through, I don’t think she ever gave up hope. Her eyes tell the story and if you look deep enough you can see it.” My youngest daughter says, “mommy I think you just found her name, Hope.” So that is what we have named her. We now have the honor of calling Meatball, now Hope, the newest, and largest member of our family. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTCGmjl-rpUBTO07h5HQP89I3MLg7u3yk6dbtk2u0Xk4ObfpkpKRBxt3ccd7TyBbmG48mrMN3znSGuf1g6R9Z8qC3rgcs72vvuZi6uN1a5sqrmHksxHK5eqTMs0qxXRDe4wEvnTu53im6ledYATSyxeWduGAY55HNc9c-f9s0cmezR1UfHsRUeiUUGA/s2778/827D6D61-D184-44A4-A422-B689C2370070_1_101_o.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="clear: left; color: #f3f3f3; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2778" data-original-width="1284" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTCGmjl-rpUBTO07h5HQP89I3MLg7u3yk6dbtk2u0Xk4ObfpkpKRBxt3ccd7TyBbmG48mrMN3znSGuf1g6R9Z8qC3rgcs72vvuZi6uN1a5sqrmHksxHK5eqTMs0qxXRDe4wEvnTu53im6ledYATSyxeWduGAY55HNc9c-f9s0cmezR1UfHsRUeiUUGA/s320/827D6D61-D184-44A4-A422-B689C2370070_1_101_o.jpeg" width="148" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">I firmly believe for every person out there with the passion and fire in their blood for horses there is a specific horse created for that person. In time, I do believe that horse and person will cross paths and become a match made in heaven. When I was a little girl my first pony was my match. That pony meant the world to me and taught me so many life lessons as a little girl that I still carry and use today. Over the years I have had many horses, but none was like that pony. For years I have prayed and prayed for the chance to own another one that was created for me and to teach me as he did. I have 4 horses here on our farm and one I am very close with but there is still something missing. Then Hope entered in. I don’t really know how to describe it. From the moment she stepped off that trailer with me something clicked. I knew immediately she was meant to be here for some reason or some person I just didn’t know who. It took some time as usual for her to trust us, but she loves apples, and my husband won her heart with those. <o:p></o:p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia67ZsnTemyrnP-yYzvdqpg1A_L3hHf1pfrwRCRPR7ynXrLB9JlnUvwTl8OIfyy4X86eVQ5GI7qj0tsIfu9TVQv-_6WeiDKKZyIRm3CrKcJM9_RvVLguaQC5Gw_J_-WJsn7YU5etEBaXaYOZc3tQXvtPhUsm4i65p76yWdqiicKiXYvvSHStMW58MYaA/s4032/B12A4AFE-CAE3-42BE-A369-307CC94A5D18_1_201_a.heic" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="clear: left; color: #f3f3f3; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia67ZsnTemyrnP-yYzvdqpg1A_L3hHf1pfrwRCRPR7ynXrLB9JlnUvwTl8OIfyy4X86eVQ5GI7qj0tsIfu9TVQv-_6WeiDKKZyIRm3CrKcJM9_RvVLguaQC5Gw_J_-WJsn7YU5etEBaXaYOZc3tQXvtPhUsm4i65p76yWdqiicKiXYvvSHStMW58MYaA/s320/B12A4AFE-CAE3-42BE-A369-307CC94A5D18_1_201_a.heic" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">After a few days here I moved her to our paddock by the barn so she could get out of the rain some until her shelter is built. I blew my knee out and I have a hard time walking now. Going downhill is much better than going uphill for me. To get from where she was to the barn is quite the hill. Walking her down was ok but when it was time to walk her back up the hill I was struggling. I whispered to her “I need your help could you pull me up this hill.” In a split second she walked slightly ahead of me, gently and slowly which takes effort for a big horse like that and pulled me up the hill. I knew that moment she was here for me. Since then, she has been my shadow, literally, she follows so closely behind me when I clean up the paddock that I can feel her breathing on my neck. She stays like that the whole time. Then when I leave her eyes plead with you to stay. <o:p></o:p></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0lAnn_F4mheD-JAM48k8h9yGnanHWmDDZk_MDmCI5iSFVtrRxLDKLWYaJBcsS-PCGYOejcdJQ80VeJxnuheAUdj8mlCThyDq12H2jIqEtjUoH9GRFqVu7uK9KIPMMZK1lo8DMzSckUphWqLhtcxSzUJehnfo25rpF3yTg65OHmlkgn2pqWFauIXXUw/s4032/Hope_3.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="clear: right; color: #f3f3f3; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0lAnn_F4mheD-JAM48k8h9yGnanHWmDDZk_MDmCI5iSFVtrRxLDKLWYaJBcsS-PCGYOejcdJQ80VeJxnuheAUdj8mlCThyDq12H2jIqEtjUoH9GRFqVu7uK9KIPMMZK1lo8DMzSckUphWqLhtcxSzUJehnfo25rpF3yTg65OHmlkgn2pqWFauIXXUw/s320/Hope_3.jpg" width="240" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><span>I tell people I never would have imagined a broken-down plow horse bound for the slaughterhouse would have been created for me but here she is, and I absolutely love her. I am beyond excited to see where this journey goes. There is so much to learn from her, and her eyes speak volumes. I just need to listen. Whatever Cheryl said to the two drafts that fateful January night, they both must have taken it to heart. <br /> </span><br />Hope will be very, very loved and will live a very easy life just loved on and being her. She resides on our goat farm, <a href="http://flourishingtreefarms.com/">Flourishingtreefarms.com</a> where we raise ADGA and MDGA Registered Nigerian and Nubian dwarf dairy goats.<br /><span> <br /></span><span>Our next blog will feature more on kill pen auctions and how to help prevent horses from hitting the slaughter pipeline. If you enjoyed this blog and would like to help contribute to the ongoing care and rescue efforts, please click <a href="https://www.savethehorses.org/donate1.html">here</a> to donate or visit our website at <a href="http://www.savethehorses.org/">www.savethehorses.org</a> and click on ‘Ways to Give’. <br /><o:p></o:p> </span><br /><span>If you are interested in volunteering at STH, sponsoring one of our animals, or considering adoption or our foster program, please visit </span><a href="http://www.savethehorses.org/">www.savethehorses.org</a><span> for more information.<br /><o:p></o:p></span><o:p> <br /></o:p>We are rescue and cannot do it without your support!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></p>Amber Dosterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07590487944502131920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-12432614561167647292022-03-25T10:45:00.000-07:002022-03-25T17:03:10.245-07:00Beshert<div class="separator"><br /></div><h1 style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDanwchk-D8Ixx_Q1kvIltj4H-FmTJzyI3skRr5EENqB1es3GN5HZnJN0VaryNFFHEAZ2MDJ0MPGkP4wpZPEgezyBEJAiJFvTVWBDVYKAAYDvrmMJl6DJ6JFefqlEAHXFf2VV6Od8M4kU_x5ylp_RmGIKJj2-Z6iltVuZ2FBmWo9aoqHgyFpj8g8jEw/s2048/IMG_0516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDanwchk-D8Ixx_Q1kvIltj4H-FmTJzyI3skRr5EENqB1es3GN5HZnJN0VaryNFFHEAZ2MDJ0MPGkP4wpZPEgezyBEJAiJFvTVWBDVYKAAYDvrmMJl6DJ6JFefqlEAHXFf2VV6Od8M4kU_x5ylp_RmGIKJj2-Z6iltVuZ2FBmWo9aoqHgyFpj8g8jEw/w416-h312/IMG_0516.JPG" width="416" /></a></div></h1><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Author: Annabelle Carr<span style="text-align: center;"> </span></span></p><h1 style="text-align: center;"></h1><p></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Beshert”, what does that mean? Beshert is Jewish for “Meant To Be”, so I have learned. This Belgian Draft's name was Punkin Pie when she came in from the kill pen, but her name was eventually changed by the Save The Horses' volunteer Friday evening crew. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When I met this Belgian Draft horse, it was 3:10 am on a morning in January 2022. I heard from Cheryl Flanagan that two drafts from the kill pen were coming into our quarantine facility, where I had been helping with feedings, with an arrival time of 2 am. I asked if she needed help unloading the transport truck, and Cheryl graciously accepted my offer. When I arrived at the main rescue barn to pick up Cheryl, to take her to quarantine, I learned that 2 am had been moved to 3 am, her phone was dead, and she couldn't reach me. She had messaged my FB page, but I wasn't checking that. Gosh, I could have slept a little longer! We ended up heading out and waited in my truck for almost an hour for the transporter to arrive. We chatted, and in that hour, I learned so many things from Cheryl, what an amazing life she leads. Each day is about helping a person or animals in need. We should all give so much each day and live each day to the fullest like that. </span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-family: inherit;">When the transport truck arrived at 3:10 am, one horse was pulled off the trailer with the description of a well-mannered draft, probably Amish, calm, and trained. Cheryl was handed that one. The next was said to be much bigger, stronger and a bit harder to handle. I was handed that one. Surely, I thought to myself, the transporter will help us walk these large drafts to the gate in the paddock, down the long dark lane, considering we have no flashlights, and we don't know these horses as well as she seems to, especially since the one I am holding is harder to handle, as she had said. But I was mistaken. Transport ended when the horses were delivered, in this case, at the mailbox on an unlit country road. The nice lady said goodbye, she still had a long road back to North Carolina, I couldn't blame her for heading out. Here we were, Cheryl and I, in the dark at 3:10 am, holding two very large Belgian Draft horses we had never met before, with just the light of the moon to guide us down a long dark lane to the paddock. After a seven-hour trailer ride, my horse was walking fast, and yes, she was strong. As I circled my horse about five times in an effort to slow her down, one of which she circled me, I thought to myself; I will be found tomorrow with a very large hoof print on my face, or we will be looking for a runaway Belgian Draft horse around town tomorrow morning, or “I can do this”. This horse was so strong and moving so fast, I thought the horse Cheryl was walking in front of me might kick mine. However, as I walked, I watched this lovely lady in front of me with her big calm horse, and she seemed to be telling her horse something, and the horse seemed to be listening, her head bent down to Cheryl's. They definitely had some conversation going on, seemed really sweet. I was telling mine to slow down, but the conversation in front of me looked much different. I thought to myself, if it wasn't for Cheryl this horse, and mine, would be on a truck headed for the slaughterhouse across the border. This is meant to be for this horse and mine. If wasn't for a very kind donator and Cheryl, that is exactly where they were headed, that was their reality. Someone stepped in and paid the bail if Cheryl said yes, and so here we were, the 'yes' had arrived. 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In the few days I had been feeding Punkin Pie, I fell in love with her. She would stand by the fence while I talked to her, and she would listen. She seemed to like the closeness of a person near her. I told her what a great horse she is, and she seemed to believe me, no matter how neglected she had been before she arrived here. Punkin Pie ended up having medical issues while in quarantine and was transported to UGA Vet School for further care. Most would have euthanized her after all her issues, and I felt heartbroken at the thought of her not making it. I just wanted to be with her, and she isn't even my horse.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Following her stay at UGA, Punkin Pie was brought to the Save The Horses main rescue barn on Newt Green Road, so that a constant team of volunteers would have their eye on her, and she was even renamed Beshert by the Friday evening team. Beshert was having trouble getting up in the mornings following her extensive vet visit, and Alex Williamson our farrier, the Forsyth County large animal rescue team, and many volunteers had to be on hand daily to help her get back up again. Now, following more vet checkups, Beshert has special feed instructions and an exercise routine to strengthen her hind legs. She roams around the farm grounds, she even runs on occasion, and she is happy. She is your shadow. Where you go, she goes, like an oversized puppy. She is a people lover, and everyone that meets her falls in love with her. </span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnOVM3J16RP1f00Lo_nO-sr0M-kHXnsxEWTo-CcmBzleTEw_1tfHeceD3c8v8nD7n4tvvnrhGjuRS7xR6tqNicJt7UORoOG9wNgU0T3YuQW6pLhZgSfnZ7EECMcVQXRFOXs3PKHBH9HDuF0eGShQuECH1-fjsAPDa5QQ05WbID1CqSc8vhHG7iddKfg/s2048/IMG_0748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnOVM3J16RP1f00Lo_nO-sr0M-kHXnsxEWTo-CcmBzleTEw_1tfHeceD3c8v8nD7n4tvvnrhGjuRS7xR6tqNicJt7UORoOG9wNgU0T3YuQW6pLhZgSfnZ7EECMcVQXRFOXs3PKHBH9HDuF0eGShQuECH1-fjsAPDa5QQ05WbID1CqSc8vhHG7iddKfg/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Beshert is “Meant To Be”, just as her new name says she is. The new name, Beshert, is a beautiful renaming of a retired Belgian Draft horse that has been given a new chance in life, a chance to be valued for the magnificent animal that she is, and not be cast aside at only eighteen years of age, after working so hard. Nice job Beshert! This lovely horse won't let a hardship keep her down, she will get back up and show all of us how to get back up again. She is in every way “Meant To Be”. </span></div><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Stay tuned for more about the journey of Beshert and Hope (aka Meatball) in our next post. Beshert’s medical expenses are currently over $5000. If you would like to help contribute to her medical expenses, please click <a href="https://www.savethehorses.org/donate1.html" target="_blank">here</a> to donate or visit our website at <a href="http://www.savethehorses.org/" target="_blank">www.savethehorses.org</a> and click on ‘Ways to Give’. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">If you are interested in volunteering at STH, sponsoring one of our animals, or considering adoption or foster options, please visit <a href="http://www.savethehorses.org/">www.savethehorses.org</a> for more information.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We are rescue and cannot do it without your support!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR-RCDT3Ox9a0JHUin0FznTHBRFEfqW9OKYnSFmwX7U0SzvIicNKgvoeovW8ClIy57pl40fkPROwft6sryXlkQRv1lE9o8AerBwIfidAlJk9bo0PRf1ETbGBv_AVeVAxPyug1qSLA2-3uVx9H-rxyhRocpNYXnsrcfbdV5DXJkWmYhSbWNRhZIaWVVLg/s206/IMG_0750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="206" data-original-width="155" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR-RCDT3Ox9a0JHUin0FznTHBRFEfqW9OKYnSFmwX7U0SzvIicNKgvoeovW8ClIy57pl40fkPROwft6sryXlkQRv1lE9o8AerBwIfidAlJk9bo0PRf1ETbGBv_AVeVAxPyug1qSLA2-3uVx9H-rxyhRocpNYXnsrcfbdV5DXJkWmYhSbWNRhZIaWVVLg/s1600/IMG_0750.JPG" width="155" /></a><p class="Standard" style="display: inline !important; margin: 0in;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="658" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwZnAeDFYHsff7xRBWdW_clTv75DVD6Q8QXvCsx9aclZrVWLnQsdCRV-IVKipXZzD6OFCmwv16TR9_MaDo3Ux5NgriswtzouOPVNYDF52LCfsjblFSU8Fvrjjx2Bdbdp-mWG4eqYtWr3RKNUauZBmhZd2eYs2oRhLafiKd5a3Q8AvQtzNaJIr1VLWOwQ/w137-h200/IMG_0749.JPG" width="137" /></p></div><p></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Photo credits: Lorrie Poling-Magersupp, Annabelle Carr, Eve Khademi, Cheryl Flanagan</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></p><br />Amber Dosterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07590487944502131920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-26617565907693108402022-02-07T17:37:00.001-08:002022-02-07T17:37:48.208-08:00<div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Knee High Gang</span></h1></blockquote><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;">So many horses, so many breeds, so many beautiful colors, so many sizes then there are the dwarfs. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRNXC6sObjuBL_aS7o-cwCgLDUNtCPHzlkhiG4gHi9SYh_rilkAurnzjjNL8sLxbrqkxcAroBP5slLfOqYl2cnHJNHkQJIfIw9eUoeFsUcm02ifW3LMDsK1TVQ2bmQU4wqjDeP-G08HT5PDUW_24IV5MBDV0-GrOr6EMFFY24IjNpMydgD7PVRm09Opg=s800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRNXC6sObjuBL_aS7o-cwCgLDUNtCPHzlkhiG4gHi9SYh_rilkAurnzjjNL8sLxbrqkxcAroBP5slLfOqYl2cnHJNHkQJIfIw9eUoeFsUcm02ifW3LMDsK1TVQ2bmQU4wqjDeP-G08HT5PDUW_24IV5MBDV0-GrOr6EMFFY24IjNpMydgD7PVRm09Opg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;">Are they horses? Yes, dwarf horses. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">We didn't know either until 20+ years ago when we got a call from a lady in Southern Alabama. She had two dwarf miniature horses that were brothers and no veterinarian or farrier would work on them. They told her to euthanize them. She called SaveTheHorses and asked if we could help. We had never seen a dwarf horse either but we knew we wanted to help. Since we had more equine veterinarians in the area, we were sure we would all learn something about dwarfism, while saving their lives. When we saw them, our hearts melted. We fell in love. Their deformities were an issue but we knew we could find a way to help them and not give up. To think of euthanizing them because of they were not 'normal' would be immoral. They only knew life as a dwarf. It was normal to them. We had a few different opinions from different veterinarians and farriers. We tried many things to correct their feet, some with success, some not.</span></span></div></div></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">That is how SaveTheHorses dwarf herd began. There are four types of dwarfism; achondroplasia, brachiocephalic, dystrophic and hypochondrogenesis. Small stature, crooked limbs, large head, mouth too small for all the teeth of a normal sized miniature horse. These are just some of the few hundred characteristics of dwarfism. Because of their tiny size, many were used as breeding stock to downsize their offspring. Now these poor dwarfs have a myriad of health concerns due to their genetic disorder bred into them by unscrupulous breeders and uneducated owners.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #01ffff; font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Our Knee-High Gang; Gidget, Saucy, Willow, Gizmo, Cowboy, Blaze, Duke and Samson. Every one of them precious and fragile.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsaQ_bY4SCCge9lsNUr_gGfSXCZs4xlDWAZTV5dUBwKgtYTYp31cD7_ds3jqDF8Pea8IxPKMo7ytZLEUmy7iwmAbUA-KVzec2ApnWPOSkev2hRugQkDt4Ro8qyOdiDs3jTwp3F8OkjifBeUKvUYvWaIQCFZoGq4SmPcnXUinbXy3vbDmMBcRPIIOnyVQ=s206" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="206" data-original-width="206" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsaQ_bY4SCCge9lsNUr_gGfSXCZs4xlDWAZTV5dUBwKgtYTYp31cD7_ds3jqDF8Pea8IxPKMo7ytZLEUmy7iwmAbUA-KVzec2ApnWPOSkev2hRugQkDt4Ro8qyOdiDs3jTwp3F8OkjifBeUKvUYvWaIQCFZoGq4SmPcnXUinbXy3vbDmMBcRPIIOnyVQ=w320-h320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiX_y3TE50jJMVC2mNlkhYfCQ1l2hXF94h4GUaSR2JkctWaraIDa6BeGIsnJV219AADEcbAPDmMUW09HEah3PtLgDjzVyMrgEHeorYaI_dwghe7VD7MT0qN0w8ZecL1pM4GYE2XclKQuZEZj8ixB0YF7sldWQ6C3YQ2otFfeS-XvzOipx8qkhZTm3Vzrw=s1284" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Gidget is our oldest Dwarf" border="0" data-original-height="962" data-original-width="1284" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiX_y3TE50jJMVC2mNlkhYfCQ1l2hXF94h4GUaSR2JkctWaraIDa6BeGIsnJV219AADEcbAPDmMUW09HEah3PtLgDjzVyMrgEHeorYaI_dwghe7VD7MT0qN0w8ZecL1pM4GYE2XclKQuZEZj8ixB0YF7sldWQ6C3YQ2otFfeS-XvzOipx8qkhZTm3Vzrw=w320-h242" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div style="clear: both;"><div style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><div style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><div style="font-size: 10pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><br style="background-color: white; font-size: 13.3333px;" /></div></div></div></div>Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-4875093103640217092020-01-18T21:18:00.000-08:002020-01-18T21:19:07.286-08:00People Problems For Horses<span style="font-size: large;">Every day horses have people problems. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">People don't feed them, people neglect them, people abuse them and sometimes the people have to pay the price because animal abuse is a crime. Sadly, a crime not reported because animals have no voice but ours. Always speak up for animals. They depend on us, the good people who care. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Someone spoke up to the authorities in North East Georgia and when the officer arrived, one horse was down and 2 others were in bad condition. The officer called a veterinarian and the downed horse was euthanized. The officer wanted the horses removed ASAP. They are very malnourished. One died because of the owners neglect. How horrible is that to starve to death? I'm sorry no one reported it sooner, the horse may have had a chance to survive. These two surviving horses need to be fed slowly and carefully. I hope they can totally be returned to good health.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I posted for foster homes and Ann Green called immediately and offered to foster and even pick up the horses. (Others also offered to foster so we will be calling you. We have many who need fostering. Thank you!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was a 3 hour drive each way but Ann saved the day and brought them to her farm where they are settling in nicely. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rescue is costly. We are paying for their daily care which adds up to about $350. a month. We are hoping the owner gets fined and jail time would be good as well and possibly some restitution but since he gave up the horses, that may not happen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What we need now is a few sponsors to help with their costs until they find adoptive homes. We already have an order of food from WildHorse Tack and Feed, Hiram GA. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-42834502614869166912020-01-18T06:27:00.000-08:002020-01-18T06:27:25.092-08:00REST IN PEACE Casper aka Sweet Pea aka Gentle Ben<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Though your life really just begun, we are now saying good bye. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A few months ago, we met you and your herd of 12 miniature horses and donkeys, 8 females and 4 intact males. We took the 3 hour drive to meet the veterinarian, rounded up the wild herd and had some unplanned rodeo action because of being unhandled. We had everyone's coggins done and planned on getting you </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You were pre-adopted to a very loving home. They chose the name Gentle Ben for you to start your new loving life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The first 3 gelding procedures, done in the field, went well but when you were sedated, the vet said there was only one testicle. This meant you needed to have surgery to be gelded correctly and safely. It may cost 3 times a normal gelding but worth the cost to be safe. We have an abundance of experience with donkeys and realize how delicate they can be. Their vascular system can cause excessive bleeding, and like any surgery, anesthesia can be hazardous, in this case deadly. We scheduled the procedure with an experienced surgeon, Dr Elliott and assisted by Dr Gabriel</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You were a little trooper walking onto the trailer. I was so proud of your progress. Your first trip in a trailer was more of a wrestling match but we patiently coaxed you in so you only had good experience from the day we took over your care. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I dropped you off for surgery and said good-bye not realizing it was our last good-bye. I anxiously waited for Dr Elliott to call when surgery was over and you would be in recovery. When I heard Dr Elliott's voice, I intuitively knew something was very wrong. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now I have to share the terrible news with all the volunteers and supporters who loved and cared about you. You are now running free in greener pastures but our loss is still with us. It hurts. All the justification of how we brought you to a safe haven, showed you love and kindness doesn't take away the emptiness and sorrow we feel in our hearts. We wanted to give you a long, happy life full of love and kindness, instead we say good-bye. </span></div>
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Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-22205594255104985422020-01-16T19:50:00.000-08:002020-01-16T19:52:35.327-08:00Welcome To 2020 and Our Missing Blog For 2 Years!<span style="font-size: large;">Let's celebrate our 2020 vision. We may not have 2020 vision in our eyes but we can have 2020 vision in our hearts. 💕Let this be the year we see the good in Nature, the good in Animals and the good in one another. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Being a rescuer for decades, I have seen the worst abuses and inhumane treatment that it haunts me and never really leaves my soul. I carry it quietly because before I can even take the time to mourn, another animal calls me to help. They call me through the caring humans who feel like I do about animals. They are humanity in the best form. These humans care. These humans do not turn away and hope someone does something. They are the ones who do something. They are the ones who give me strength to carry on every day. </span></div>
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Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-72438197357255443362018-01-25T18:56:00.000-08:002018-01-25T19:07:43.592-08:00The Buzz Is Gone<span style="font-size: large;"> New Year's Day 2017 started with a call about a pony that had been attacked by dogs. When I went to pick him up and opened the truck door, the smell of dead tissue filled the air. It was horrible.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> It turned out that this little pony had squamous cell carcinoma. It smelled like rotten tissue and he wasn't in good condition. I don't know if the cancer made him not gain weight or if he wasn't fed enough but either way we knew we had to get him in better condition before we schedule him for surgery. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Surgery was scheduled for January 11 and we gave him high-quality food and hay. No dog did this, it was left neglected because the owners didn't call a veterinarian.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The original plan was to take the squamous cell carcinoma from his penis and some of the lymph nodes to make sure all the cancer margins were gone. We left him overnight and he was ready for surgery the next morning. They decided after doing bloodwork at his condition was still too weak to anesthetize him so they had to do the surgery standing up which meant they weren't able to get the lymph nodes. It was still a very successful surgery.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He even found a cute little two old girl to love. They renamed him Shaggy but for this story I will continue to refer to him as Buzz. Look at how much weight he gained and was so healthy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It look like a stifle injury. The family had the vet out and she couldn't identify anything is the problem. By Christmas, Buzz was getting worse but never seem to be in pain. They called another equine vet who examined him and x-rayed his leg but could find no answer either. So we made an appointment to take him back to UT in Knoxville after the Holidays. They saved him once, we prayed they cold save him again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">January 10, we arrived at Buzz' home and he was really having a hard time walking. There appeared to be no pain but he rear leg was not touching the ground. If you are a horse person, you know what a pulled stifle looks like. Both vets ruled that out so we needed more testing. It took 4 of us to get this 600 pound little man into the trailer and the last step, he fell gently onto the floor of the trailer. As we drove the 2 hour drive, we stopped and checked on him and he was laying comfortably munching on hay.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jill, Buzz's human Mom, Tom Scott and I arrived at UT. I went in and asked for help because we have to get him up and off the trailer. When I returned to the trailer and the doors opened, he stood up himself. It really gave a us a glimmer of hope. Dr Schumacher, the original surgeon, was there as well as many qualified veterinarians and students. They all greeted Buzz with kindness and love. He is such a willing servant! Even though he was up, he still was not using that back leg.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> We got him inside the building and someone had the brilliant idea of putting him on the glide. A glide is for horses is what a stretcher is to a human. Instead of lying down, Buzz stood as he was balance by caring hands and slid about 100 feet to the x-ray room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They did test after test for 4 1/2 hours without finding anything to really give and answer. They did find a mass in his rectum but it was unsafe to biopsy it with all the germs in that area. It was late so we agreed to let him stay and do more test the following day. He was in good hands.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the morning they called and asked permission to do more tests, more x-rays and we waited. By the end of the day, they had found a mass in his chest. They couldn't say exactly what it was. It seemed the cancer has spread. The pain medications and anti-inflammatory medication didn't help. He's been at the hospital 3 days, 3 days of searching for an answer and a cure. Sadly, the only choice was to let him go. No miracle happened for Buzz. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we said good-bye, he turned and looked at us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We never thought it would be our last good-bye. He knew and he left with dignity. Thanks to everyone at the University of TN. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> #WeAreRescue #SaveTheHorsesOrg</span>Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-43172982908343849652017-12-12T07:31:00.001-08:002021-04-19T18:48:24.023-07:00A Horse Named Cake is Starving!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cake in Oct 2017 Starving to death.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is Cake. She is an older 30 year old mare who was boarded at a farm outside of Atlanta. The owner wasn't able to care for her so she was left to deteriorate. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One other boarder, Julie, who loved horses contacted SaveTheHorses about Cake. Bless Julie for not giving up! We were full, in fact, over full, but we couldn't turn our hearts away from Cake. Look at her. She was not going to make it through the winter. I don't know how anyone could look at Cake and not want to help her. Julie tried to get the other boarders together to help Cake as a joint effort but was unsuccessful. The Georgia Department of Ag came out and said there was nothing they could do. There is food, water and shelter. If it isn't getting into the horse, why is that acceptable? I really don't know why but Cake also had a vaginal infection, and needed Calisks surgery and needed her teeth floated. They owner was quite negligent in my eyes. Euthanizing her would be kinder than letting her slowly die from the infection and starvation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Julie agreed to start feeding her a few times daily so we called the local feed store, The Animal House, to supply everything she needed to start her way to health. Then we contacted Dr Logan King who had to got out several times to get the infection cleared up, have her teeth </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">floated and perform the caslicks surgery. Thanks to Dr King for clearing up her E coli infection after several flushings. Dr King had to visit her many times to get everything medically needed done. He was gentle on sedation because of her age and condition but she is doing well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now the same owner has another horse, an older grey gelding who gets feed sporadically and needs a home as well. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">His name is Buckshot.</span><br />
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He is being neglected and needs a place to go as well. Along comes an angel named Diane who has already helped us with 2 older horses. Diane has agreed to take Cake and Buckshot both and give them a safe place to live. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Thank God for good people. They make the world a better place and silently do the right thing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cake and Buckshot are now is a safe place and will continue to have safe happy lives. We are so happy we were able to help both horses but it really took all of us. #WeAreRescue </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That is a giant WE! Julie, Diane and you!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thank you for your continued support. This is what SaveTheHorses raises money for, to help horses in our care or that need help, especially</span><span style="font-size: large;"> to save their lives when in a situation like this. These horses are innocent victims of humans making bad choices or not seeking help soon enough. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Thank you Julie and Diane for all your giving and caring. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">horses, his name is Think IM Zipped. He is a 13-year-old registered paint overo gelding. He was living happily at a nice boarding stable but his owner was taking much notice to the growing infection in his right eye. It isn't just a cancer, it is the fast growing aggressive cancer Squamous Cell Carcinoma. We have seen it too often in the past 10 years, The UV rays of the sun seems to be a culprit, especially on horses with blue eyes or light skin. </span><br />
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Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-67386011505882127982017-11-28T19:30:00.000-08:002017-11-28T19:32:41.366-08:00 The BUZZ Started New Years Day!<div style="text-align: right;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was New Years Day 2017 and the phone rings. A man tells me his pony in injured and he has no money for veterinary care. He said he thinks it was attacked by a dog...on his penis and it's all bloody. So it's New Years Day, and it's a rescue! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hooked up the trailer and drove to Gainesville to get the little guy and found him tied to a post, standing politely. He was cute and looked well mannered. Great first impression until I opened the truck door and the smell of death and rot overtook my thoughts. I looked at the enormous swelling and my heart just broke. It looked like squamous cell carcinoma. I am not a vet by any means but having done rescue so long, I have seen so much cancer left with no medical care. People are irresponsible all too often. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Buzz came to the rescue and was an immediate favorite. He was very underweight and very sweet. Tom Scott and many others decided to spoil him and give him lots of love. We needed to get him healthier before he had surgery. His blood work was not very good but we did our best in the few days we had him before we took him the the University of TN for surgery. The cancer couldn't wait as it is so aggressive. </span><br />
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still wasn't healthy enough to go under anesthesia. They had to do a local and did remove most of the area around the cancer. They hoped they removed everything with cancer and he has been doing well. By March, he was ready, recovered and healthy enough to place him up for adoption. He became a happy pony for a happy little girl who adores him. They live in North Georgia and have been enjoying life together everyday. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Suddenly, Buzz seems to be not his happy self. Of course, everyone's first thought is that horrible cancer, has it returned? The family's veterinarian has examined him and will contact the surgeon at UT. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hopefully, after some blood work is completed, we can all feel better when they say it's a virus or something curable. Buzz deserved to live a long happy life after all the suffering he went through.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cancer has become so much more prevalent in horses over the past 15 years or so. We have has so many cases we took in, I lost count. 90% were happy endings and the cancer stayed away. Let's hope this is true for Buzz.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Adopting a horse is a commitment for a lifetime. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">November started out so sadly with Cheetah, </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">then Kipling and Caraway, crossing the Rainbow Bridge. Sadly, that lifetime ended for 3 wonderful horses just this month. Each horse had so much to give and these adopters saw into the soul of each horse...or did each horse see into the soul of each human? I think it is definitely both and truly heart felt. The relationship</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> one has with their heart horse must be experienced because it is so beautiful, so special. there are no words to describe the true emotion you feel in the depth of your being.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">It was their first horse but even though Cheetah was blind and had abuse issues in his past, they took the big step of caring for him and helped him gain trust by showing his love. They gave him a wonderful life and he gave them his heart. Adopting a blind horse is a scary step for an experienced horse handler but Julia and Chad knew their love would conquer any fear they or Cheetah had. They gave him a wonderful life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Christine knew he was, at best, only able to do very light riding because of an injury in his past but fell in love with his heart. It was about loving and caring for Kipling, not about riding. Kip was a race horse in his past life then was injured and his owner wanted a horse to compete with, and Kipling no longer had that value to her but he was worth a million dollars to Christine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Holly wanted to have a horse to love and found out Caraway was the horse that would forever change her life. Sweet Caraway had just come back to the rescue after being a companion to an 11 year old boy who had brain cancer. She helped this little boy for 2 years as his health failed, she continued to bring a smile to his face until the day he passed.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Holly saw what a special girl Caraway was and their loved grew by the day. Caraway will forever be in Holly's thoughts and dreams. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Thank you for your compassion and support </i></span>Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-8643096823420130032016-12-06T08:32:00.003-08:002016-12-06T08:32:30.263-08:00Beyond The RaceTrack, Thoroughbreds Have More Life!<span style="font-size: large;">In 2013, SaveTheHorses took in two off-track Thoroughbreds from Florida. They were both born and raised by a Thoroughbred owner who was always very responsible for her horses.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rose-A-Day</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rose-A-Day was Kentucky born in February</span><span style="font-size: large;"> 2, 1996. She raced a few races then was retired to become a good mother and raised 4 foals. She has not been ridden in 14 years but she has been used for Equine Assisted Psychotherapy and is a wonderful life coach. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blazing Chief</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Blazing Chief, born in Kentucky, April 14, 1996 came with Rose-A-Day to retire in new homes. Blazing Chief is a gelding and was also used for Equine Assisted Psychotherapy sessions as a life coach. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The breeder's parents, living in Canada, needed care and the horses needed to be cared for because the Florida farm was being sold. There are many good Thoroughbred owners who care about their horses life beyond the track. She knew other owners who have sent horses to SaveTheHorses and knew they would never end up in slaughter if sent here. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We agreed to take Rose-A-Day and and Blazing Chief, along with another Thoroughbred mare, Lovely Timber, who is adopted. It's been 4 years and we are still caring for Rose-A-Day and Blazing Chief. We desperately need to find a sanctuary farm for the horses that may never be adopted. There are many, some older, some injured, some blind, some just so fear trained, it is heartbreaking to know their horror stories are not fiction but true and their distress was caused by humans. All these horses trust other horses, some may never trust humans and we understand that and will never let them get hurt again. The only way to keep that promise is to keep them under our care and watchful eye. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rose-A-Day and Chief are always together. Both 20 years old and best friends forever!<br /><br /></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rose-A-Day and Blazing Chief are available to the tender-hearted person who will give them a good home together. Rose-A-Day has a bit of slow growing cancer so a summer sun shelter is needed or a stall during the long hot summer days. They are both kind souls and will give more than they will take from you. They are living on a large pasture with a large run in and do well. If they speak to your heart, contact Info@SaveTheHorses.org </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we have a sanctuary, we will have space to say 'yes' to more needy horses. We are planning to make this dream come true in 2017. Please be part of this venture and help us SaveTheHorses. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Think about 'Joining The Herd' and make a monthly donation of any amount. It all adds up to saving horses lives. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thank you for your continued support and your compassion. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-78324930487775905842016-11-22T05:16:00.001-08:002016-11-22T05:16:59.685-08:00Compassionate Animal Controls in Georgia and SaveTheHorses Team up!<span style="font-size: large;">Some Georgia county animal controls have been pretty aggressive in helping horses, arresting bad owners and finding safety for these horses. That's where SaveTheHorses.org comes to the rescue. With the drought in the SouthEast, there may be more animals coming to animal control, and SaveTheHorses will get pleas for help directly from owners. This is a sample of some of the recent rescue animals. Animal control is funded by the government, SaveTheHorses is funded by compassionate people like you. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> The ones not adopted yet need a sponsor. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> 'Join The Herd' and make a monthly donation. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pregnant mare starving and injured from being hit by a car</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Young stallion with rain rot and starvation</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pregnant mare with severe sunburn and skin issues</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">injured and overworked and malnourished mare and pregnant malnourished ponymare </td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Without a rescue stepping in, they could not confiscate the horses abandoned and abused or make arrests, so we help, even though it has really put a strain on our budget this year.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">young filly abandoned</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">stallion and foal abandoned</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2 geldings abandoned and hungry</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pregnant mare abandoned and hungry</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We have picked up 20 horses in the past few months from Fulton County Animal services alone. Pregnant mares, stallions, injured horses, at-large donkey and more. We had Dr Walker come out with his dart gun, brought down cattle panels, many wonderful volunteers experienced and not experienced helped to get these horses to safety. Volunteers with trailers to transport and help in every way along with animal control officers. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sedated 2 mares to catch them after several attempts, finally are sa</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">paint gelding abandoned<br /></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This doesn't include horses from other counties, plus sheep, goats, roosters, potbelly pigs and a female hog. </span><br />
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Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-81511391224145833262016-11-15T12:19:00.001-08:002016-11-15T12:19:42.242-08:00Road-A-Lot Was An Appropriate Name <span style="font-size: large;">Many people in North Georgia were accustomed to seeing this horse tied up at Walmart or riding down the road for 20 miles several days a week. The mare was transportation for the owner who didn't think caring for her needs was important. Animal Control in Habersham county was finally able to arrest and charge the owner of the mare we call Road-A-Lot, aka Roada. The long blanket covered her malnourished body as well as the horrific wound on her withers. SOS Horse Rescue located in Habersham County helped with this case. They have been trying to get something done for a while. They had no room to take in Roada and her pregnant mare friend Princess. Working with other rescues and animal controls save lives. It takes dedication to help so many animals.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roada standing patiently at Walmart, traffic, people, nothing bothers this girl.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The animal control officers</span><span style="font-size: large;"> were so wanting Roada to be safe, they drive her down to SaveTheHorses on a Sunday morning. That's dedication when you help animals on your day off. Very admirable.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What was under here was really horrible and deep wounded skin and muscle</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Seeing Roada's wound and finding out the owner treated it with bleach made us all cringe as the though of the pain Roada was in. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I won't post the gory photos but it started healing nicely. The volunteers took such great care of her and she was a good patient. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Washing her wounds, scrubbing off the old debris, she stood as she knew were were there to help. A piece of muscle had to be removed because it was so damaged. Good nutrition and good care makes all the difference between life and death. This proves it.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is after 3 months of wound care.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dr Marcella came out to see her and we continued with her care. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roada was re-bandaged almost daily.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She loved getting food and hay on a regular basis. I now understood</span><span style="font-size: large;"> why the previous owner kept her tied instead of putting her in the pasture he had. The first day I tried to bring her in from the pasture, she turned her butt to me and ran. I was surprised but it made sense. It only took one time of bring her to a clean stall, fresh shaving, hay and grain to convince her life is getting better. She now knows she does'd have to ride someone miles and miles with an ill fitted saddle. Never again!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It took several months for her to heal and to get her ready for her new home. It was worth waiting for and she arrived at her new home a few days ago. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now Roada has a new friend and after being neighbors over the fence, they each had kinds words for one another.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Now they are happily grazing together and sharing hay!</span><br />
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Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-18000032585488664082016-03-02T06:11:00.002-08:002016-03-02T06:11:59.939-08:00The Life of Jesse<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jesse is a 16 year old off-track Thoroughbred gelding. Sometime in early 2014, his owner moved him from Florida to Georgia. She had nowhere to keep him so she left him with a friend. The friend was not a boarding facility, just someone who cared about horses. After 4 months of no contact with the person who left Jesse, the caretaker tried to contact Jesse's owner. She called and the phone was disconnected. She drove by the house of Jesse' owner and it was now abandoned, just like Jesse. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jesse' caregiver called and explained she couldn't care for Jesse any longer and asked us to find him a home. We always have people looking for nice horses and had a regular volunteer family with several adopted children who wanted to adopt a horses desperately. They had been volunteering at the rescue a long time and wanted horses of their own. I sent them to meet Jesse and they fell in love. They found a barn to board him and for a while , Jesse had a good life. He was surrounded by people who loved him, rode him and enjoyed him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Life changed again for Jesse early this year, he was now in need of another place to live. His adopted family was divorcing, everything had fallen apart in the human lives and are now affecting the horses life. Poor Jesse. This is why SaveTheHorses takes our horses back. Things happen in everyone's life. This is only 2 years of Jesse's 16. How were his other 14 years? He is tattooed so he raced at one time in his life. Was he loved by a young girl? What he transferred from owner to owner sold for profit? We only know the last 2 years but we are happy he fell into SaveTheHorses lap.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jesse is now looking for a forever home. It is what we hope for every horse but we realize we can only do our best in finding that safety but SaveTheHorses safety net will always surround him. If you are interested in adopting, fostering or sponsoring Jesse, please contact <a href="mailto:Info@savethehorses.org">Info@savethehorses.org</a> </span><br />
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Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-17318312928599072242015-08-20T06:52:00.001-07:002015-08-20T06:52:52.953-07:00Horses = Accident Waiting To Happen!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Finnegan is a teenage large pony who normally minds his own business. He is on a lovely 25 acre pasture with only 2 young mares, so you would think, 'What could happen?' Well, Finn came up to one of the volunteers who checks on his little herd and he was very lame. He had cut his back leg just above the heal bulb. I looked like a normal cut, pretty clean but he couldn't stay in the pasture and our stalls or all full over at the rescue. How did it happen? We have no idea. A rock? A wire? Another horse? A mystery!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Countryside Farms recently opened near by and they agreed to take care of Finn, clean his would and a give him nice stall until he healed at a discount boarding rate. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Well worth the great care. </span><span style="font-size: large;">We had antibiotics we started him on immediately along with anti-inflammatories</span><span style="font-size: large;">. Ashley and Amber spent time making sure Finn was getting his leg cleaned, iced and dressed everyday. The wound was in a place where it could not be stitched because it is a moveable part so cleaning and dressing were important. Finn's leg go better in a few days and we were grateful and thinking of moving him in a day or two back to the pasture but then the next day, he was painfully lame. I went to see him the following day and he was fine again. Two days later, he can't walk.What is this mysterious</span><span style="font-size: large;"> problem?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dr Christine Murray came out and said it looking like a tiny tear in the tendon sheet and as it drained, he could walk but when it build up pressure, he was in pain. Afraid infection could get in that tiny hole, we decided the best place was with a surgeon who could clean and flush it in a sterile environment. UGA was usually out place to go but, luckily for all the horses in this area, Dr Laura Duvall Moloney, of Georgia Equine Veterinary,recently opened her new surgery center 10 minutes away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She had a Grand Opening which I missed so this was my first chance to meet the surgeon, Dr Goodin, and introduce him to Finn and his non-healing wound. Finn was admitted to the hospital and a procedure done on his leg. He's probably going to stay their until Monday if all goes well. He'll go back to Countryside Farm until he is totally well. He's a very sweet willing horse.He'll be loved by some lucky family one day soon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are very thankful this wonderful veterinary hospital is so close to the rescue. We have surgery coming up for a horse with serious cancer in her eye and 3 more minor surgeries planed soon as well. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'll be posting about the mare soon. Her surgery is getting urgent but we need to get Finns bills and needs taken care of before we take on another expensive case.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Sheriff tried to work with the owner but for some reason, she wasn't gaining weight. They decided she needed experience rehabilitation and nutrition so she was brought her to the SaveTheHorses rescue farm. She was in her mid to late 20's. Thin and at one time someone loved her enough to have her eye removed for some reason. They didn't give up and dump her, they paid for surgery. I imagine a young girl loving on her and Skye loving her back, loving the attention and kindness, carrying her girl around and listening to her sing sweet songs to Skye. She's a sweet girl</span><span style="font-size: large;"> but fell though the wrong hands and ended up at an auction. Promises where made but not kept for Skye. The person who had her bought her at an auction for a buck or two. At least he beat the kill buyer price. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Clover came from Forsyth Co. too but was walking around an abandoned housing development during the financial crisis. I don't think she was dumped for financial reasons. A SaveTheHorses volunteer family was passing and saw her walking around. There were no fences, just half finished streets. Not a place for a horse. The Sheriff recently arrested and charged a local man with 3 counts of dead livestock not buried (2 horses and a cow) and confiscated his stallion because it was nearly dead from starvation. Could she have come from that same farm? It was directly across the street. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The men at the farm saw us pull up with the horse trailer. They didn't say anything. Clover's head looked weird but we didn't realize why until we got closer. The halter wouldn't fit because there was so much swelling. She looked like a snake had bitten her in the face. As we drove back to the farm, we called the vet to come ASAP. An anti-venom was administered but the swelling did not change. It took almost 6 weeks for her face and neck to get back to a normal size. It wasn't a bite at all, it was a torn esophagus and her head and chest filled with air. </span><span style="font-size: large;"> She also had a wound on her rear leg. Clover may have been a victim of 'horse tripping'. She could have been flipped over buy a rope on her rear leg or she could have been roped and the rope pulled so tightly that it tore her esophagus. We really don't know how but we do know something bad had happened to injure her. Did the men think she would die and sent her across the street? They didn't need another dead animal found on their farm especially with the Sheriff watching. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These two old mares are healthy and happy now. The foster mom is planning on selling her farm soon and Skye and Cover will need a new place to live out their lives, hopefully together. They are our Golden Girls. Neither has ever been ridden since they have been in our care. We take pleasure is caring for them, watching them thrive and stay healthy in their golden years. We are Rescue!</span>Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-7268487584022785852015-04-06T20:14:00.001-07:002015-04-06T20:14:10.478-07:00Me and You and Dog Named Blue!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 119%;">It was about 12 or 13
years ago that a fellow dog rescuer called in tears explaining she found 3 dogs
and they keep getting out of her Atlanta property. She had been in Murphy North
Carolina, driving on busy 4 lane, Highway 64, when she saw cars swerving the 3
dogs running down the highway. She couldn’t leave them to get injured or killed
so she managed to get the 3 skinny, mangy mutts into her vehicle and headed
home to Atlanta. She had a well-secured, fenced yard that her other foster dogs
enjoyed so she was quite surprised when her neighbors called her at work every
day to tell her those 3 dogs were out and roaming the neighborhood. Not knowing
where they got out, she decided to leave them locked in the basement so they’d
be secure. When she arrived home after work, the 3 dogs were out and they had
literally eaten through the door and drywall and escaped her basement. That’s
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Michele and I drove to
Atlanta to spend a Sunday checking her fences and after observing the 3 dog’s
behavior, we decided it was Blue who was the problem. I call him a “Don’t Fence
Me In Dog”. He was a Lab/Husky/ hound type mix with beautiful blue eyes. He
weighed about 120 pounds and shed like crazy!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I brought him to the
rescue farm and we put him up for adoption. It didn’t take long before a
wonderful family met Blue and fell in love. He loved them and their children,
too. They had 2 fenced acres and offered Blue a loving home. I told them about
his ‘Don’t Fence Me In” issues so we thought 2 nice acres would suit him well.
About 3 months later, they called and said Blue was not happy being fenced in
and they couldn’t stand him being unhappy. He came back to the farm to wait for
the right home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">About 2 months later, a
perfect home on a dead end road with 5 acres welcomed Blue to their beautiful
home. He loved the children and their whole farm. I told them about Blue being
a “Don’t Fence Me In” dog so they left the gate opened and Blue stayed. At
least he stayed until no one was at home. Then he wandered down the street into
a neighborhood where he found people. He only wanted company. Phone calls came
every time Blue’s family left the property. Worried neighbors said Blue is out.
The people finding him thought he’d get lost or hurt, so Blue’s family would
escort him home. So, again, Blue came back to the rescue farm as the family
gave him a teary good bye. They loved him, everyone did, but he just wasn’t
happy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 119%;">Blue lived here at the
rescue for 12+ years. He was happy and was well loved by all the volunteers
over the years. He still was a ‘Don’t Fence Me In Dog’, though. On two
different occasions, he was </span><span style="line-height: 19.0400009155273px;">accidentally </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 119%;">locked into a room in the barn. He took
out two windows, frames and all, and just laid down by the barn like nothing
was wrong. About 4 years ago, we put in an extra gate at the driveway, even
though he could walk through the board fences without a problem, he sat at the
outside of the gate for 2 days, daring me to lock him in. He never ran away, he
knows he lived here. He has taken many foster dogs under his authority and
taught them the do’s and don’t of living on the rescue farm. No killing the
pesky Chihuahua’s no matter how annoying they are, No killing chickens, turkeys
or ducks, pigs either. No biting or chasing horses, well. Ok, just a little
when no one is looking. He protected the hamburgers on the Bar-B-Q grill at
each event here at the rescue farm. He checked out all the lunch boxes left
unattended. He’d quietly carry them off and help himself to the goodies. All in
all, he was a good dog, with an extra good sniffer. He knew the word ‘No’ and
obeyed it being shouted at him 99% of the time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Last year Lucky dog, a
local street dog, came to the farm and after a few months, decided to make it
his home. Street dogs are homeless dogs that are dumped in the country by
people who somehow believe if you dump a dog in the country, it will find a
home. Lucky was a lucky one. Many are hit by cars, shot or starve to death if
coyotes don’t kill them first. Blue became Lucky’s mentor. Lucky loved Blue. He
always wanted Blue to go on an adventure. They’d go for an hour and come back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">When we came home for a
family Easter Dinner about 7:30. I mixed the dogs food and Blue wouldn’t eat.
He’d lost a little weight lately but seemed normal. At his older age, I thought
losing some weight would be better for his bones anyway. I gave him some good
supplements and this was the first time he ever didn’t want to eat. He laid
down and seemed tired but at midnight, he barked to go out. I thought that was
a good sign, she Blue and Lucky went out an adventure but didn’t come back
after the usual hour. I called and called, and it wasn’t until 4:30 am the came
back. Blue came in a laid down in his bed. He looked hurt but I could see any
injuries. First thing in the morning, Blue walked around but looked
uncomfortable. His breathing was labored. It was a struggle getting him into
the back seat of the truck but I had to get him to the vet ASAP. Natalie, our
future horse rescue veterinarian, (she’s still in college) hopped in the truck
and we hurried to the vet’s office. By the time we arrived, Blue was too weak
to even stand. We carried him in on a stretcher. The Doctor immediately did
radiographs. She called us in and said she had never seen anything like it. It
looked like a huge mass, so huge it had pushed what looked like his stomach to
the top of his back. She wasn’t sure but offered to do an Ultrasound to see if
she could find an answer. She said she thinks Blue would die within a few
hours. She said it may have been cancer. His breathing was now very shallow. He
didn’t respond to touch, his eyes didn’t blink. I think his spirit was gone,
just waiting for his earthly body to pass. There was no need to do anything but
let Blue go in peace. A small injection from the vet let Blue take his last
breath. He never moved nor made a sound. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">We carried him back into the truck to bury him
at his farm, his home. When Lucky saw us coming down the driveway, he was so
happy. He jumped on the side door of the truck to welcome Blue home. We opened
the door and let him see Blue, smell him and help him understand what happened.
Lucky watched us dig a deep grave and gently lay Blue to rest. Chris, who is an
ordained Minister, said a special prayer for Blue at his grave. Lucky just
quietly laid under a nearby tree. He just laid around the house most of the
day. We lost a good friend and he lost a best friend. Blue taught him so many
things we will never know about. Say a prayer for Blue and Lucky, Give Lucky a
special love pat if you see him at the farm. </span></div>
Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-23757871935577342422015-04-05T09:20:00.000-07:002015-04-06T18:51:41.183-07:00A Day of Many Thunders!<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Last Thursday was a day of Thunder, </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-large;">three different Thunders.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> Funny how it all happens that way. </span></i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Thursday morning Thunder arrives at the rescue farm. </td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thursday morning brought us a very handsome Thoroughbred gelding from Ohio, who looks fabulous but is not ride able do to his past racing career. His racing name is Stop the Thunder aka Thunder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Alisa, his Mom, is happy having him as her new, tall dark and handsome guy and has no worries about not riding him. She will provide him with a the love he will ever need. He is already a favorite in the barn.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Thursday afternoon Thunder arrives at his new home in Canton.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then our afternoon Thunder arrived in his new home in Canton , GA. He was well loved by his Mom, Jaye, but developed allergies from the grasses in South Georgia. Jaye wanted to find a good home where he can be away from the South Georgia allergies. We are praying that the change in environment will bring a healthy change in his health. Thunder was welcomed by Candy and David with open arms on their beautiful horse farm. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What a great day it was until the evening thunder weather storm rolled in to bring us even more thunder and lots of rain. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was loud and rolling thunder. I took a deep breath and listened. It was also a reminder of all the wonderful horses we have lost over the past 17 years. It made me stop and rejoice and stop and think about them all. I could hear the running. The thunder in the sky was all those horses we loved running around the heavens, rejoicing their lives with us and their new lives in heaven, rejoicing our journey together. We will never forget them even as we meet the newest Thunder's in our life. Our tears fall, our hearts broken, then a new horse in need of love come to us to patch up that piece of hurt in our hearts. Look in their eyes and our hearts are ready to do it all over again. We are Rescue!</span>Horseinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06329767829261504745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113261523964123873.post-68106773304483804822015-03-05T04:31:00.001-08:002015-03-05T04:32:11.771-08:00Helping Horses With Cancer<span style="font-size: large;">SaveTheHorses has had experience with horses with cancer, especially eyes. We started a Pink Horse Shoe Fund just for that but our fund is empty right now. We will raise the money to help Bonnie if there is a way to save her life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When Kathy called about her new beautiful medicine horse paint mare, Bonnie, and explained her vet said the eye had cancer, we wanted to help. The previous owner told Kathy is was just sunburn. They may have really thought that is was. Until you have seen Squamous Cell cancer, you may think it is just bad sunburn. That is want causes it most likely, sun and the UV rays. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We had an appointment with Dr Christine Murray yesterday. Dr Murray and her veterinary groups has done many cancer treatments for us. Kathy and husband, Tony, drove nearly 5 hours with Bonnie in trailer to get her opinion. We planned on taking the eye out and letting Bonnie recover at home but the cancer was on her eyelid more than we originally thought. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After much thought, Dr Murray gave Kathy some antibiotics for Bonnie and is going to get some quotes from the University hospitals, on the possible costs for removing the eyelid areas infected. The eye itself may not be cancerous and may be able to be saved. It will be a challenge. It is sure worth the effort so we are asking for your prayers and good thoughts for Bonnie and her recovery.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These are the 3 mini mules from the Kentucky feed lot. Thanks to your generosity, WE (You included) were able to save them and can now get them safe loving homes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">They are not trusting of humans but are curious and sweet. They were pulled from their home and sent to a kill buyer sale to be sold for slaughter. They were probably not treated too kindly and learned not all humans are kind. We are going to show them that many are kind and care about their lives.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So Sprinkles came to us about 5 years ago. He was going to be euthanized because the veterinarian said he was dangerous. A horse loving friend intervened and asked us to please go see him. Dangerous? No way, he was very frightened, nervous and no sign of aggression. I think he was being misread. Sprinkles is a very cute Appaloosa pony who is afraid to be caught so he plays a game. He gives up soon but because of his nervousness, I never let anyone ride him. If he spooked out of fear, I would be afraid a child may fall off and get injured. He did well saddling him but safety is first.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mocha is a sweet Welsh pony who came only a few months ago from a Therapy and lesson stable. </span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She has been serving humans for a long time and was apparently tired of her job because she was managing to get the kids riding her off but slamming on her brakes. We did have one of our good little riders here got on Mocha and they were a good team, not tricks, not brakes on but again for safety, we decided not to adopt her as a riding child safe pony. She paid her dues. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Last month, an inquiry about Sprinkles came in and everything we waited for was there. Two wonderful woman who want to adopt two ponies, care for them, share their lovely home and give them lots of love was a reality. Definitely worth waiting for. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Karen and Shirley have a beautiful pony sized barn, great pasture and time and love to give Mocha and Sprinkles. What a happy ending for these ponies. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Quinn was cantering through the pasture Saturday having a great time, but Sunday, as he stall door was opened ready to put in his breakfast, he greeted us with a very swollen leg. He was painful. That leg was his weak spot. In 1998, he had an injury on his left rear leg that most horses would have not lived through. He severed his two tendons on the front of his leg on a rubbermaid water trough. Yes, horses can find trouble for sure. Dr Scott Owen thought we were crazy deciding not to euthanize him, he saw it as hopeless. e saw it as not giving up. Quinn wouldn't even get up from the ground. Eight months later, after twice a day hydrating and wound care, medicating, wrapping and lots of treats, he was sound. A miracle of love! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He came to SaveTheHorses from South Florida. He had a career as a race horse and retired to become a show horse. Then developed anhidrosis. He doesn't sweat. georgia has humidity but we were willing and able to maintain him during the summer by horsing and having fans and water misters on him. We were vigilant for over 16 years. Many many volunteers remember hosing Quinn, he loved it so it made it fun for very one. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He had developed cellulitis in that weak leg. He had it a few times. Anti Inflammatories took care of it so on Sunday, Tom Scott administered his normal dose of medication and by evening, he wasn't eating much grain but he was eating hay and the swelling had gone down a bit. Monday he started to get more stressed. Bonnie Moloney soaked his leg, medicated him and many volunteers gave him lots of love until Dr Cerniglia arrived.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">By now he was very anxious, very painful and we all were very worried. As Dr Amanda administered more medication, Quinn was breathing hard and grinding his teeth. He was telling us he wanted us to help! We were doing everything we could.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The fluids helped Quinn's breathing and gave him so strength. He seemed more stable but still critical. We all agreed he has a better chance getting to UGA Vet Hospital, ASAP. Thank God for all our wonderful volunteers. The trailer we use belongs to a volunteer, Pam Ross, but it had a flat tire. Jeff Lucursi was kind enough to change the tire in the rain while he wife, Sandra and 2 girls, Jordan and Julia and Susan Clark and daughter Sara all work as a great team and brought horses in, fed, hayed and tucked them in. We appreciate their dedication to all the horses. If I missed anyone, I am sorry. But thank you all every day for your time and efforts. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">SaveTheHorses dually truck is well worn from 15 years of rescuing horses so it isn't safe to take a horse anywhere but local. The last thing we wanted to do to Quinn was delay his arrival at UGA. Tom Scott took off from work early to drive the trailer to UGA. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Quinn was able to get up with a little help and we loaded him on the trailer heading to UGA, hoping for another miracle. Tom, Steve Cook and I headed out. It was a 2 hour ride through rain and fog. Natalie Richardson rode with Alisa Cray as they followed behind the trailer. As we drove we could feel Quinn moving in the trailer. About 3 minutes from UGA, we felt him go down in the trailer. He kicked for about a minute. We didn't know if he was cast and trying to get up of just so much in pain he was kicking out. He stopped kicking about the same time we pulled in the parking lot. As soon as we stopped, Tom, Steve and I jumped out of the truck and hoped onto the trailer to see Quinn. We all were silent, he was gone. Natalie and Alisa came as we opened the side door. All I could do was not my head, no, no no, he is gone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We talked with the veterinarian and students, and told them what a wonderful horse Quinn was. A many year volunteer, Alissa Luthart, now a PreVet student came to say good bye to Quinn and give her condolences. So many people lives are touched by one horse. One horse, many hearts! We were privileged to have Quinn in our care since 1996. He was ridden a handful of times. He hadn't been on a trailer since he arrived from Florida. Sixteen years of fun, sillyness, kindness. He gave us 16 years of his life. For that we are ever so grateful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jingle is a miniature horse who needed some special foot care. While many people were out Holiday shopping, Santa's elves, in the form of compassionate humans, came to her rescue with donations to purchase her from the breeder, with a foster home and transport to the foster, farrier work to correct her feet and to the rescue farm. Thank you to Elizabeth McPeek, Tammerly McDonald, Phil Yarbrough, Reagan Cochran, Lester Reese and others who came to the rescue of this little mare!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thank you to Tom Scott, who transported her from North Georgia. </span><div>
<span style="font-size: large;">We know there will be a happy ending for Jingle and a great loving life for her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are so many people and things to be thankful for this Holiday Season and everyday. Things at the Rescue Farm never stop to long because things always need to be done. Thank you to everyone who is spending some of their time to care for the horses today and everyday! You are all such an important part of SaveTheHorses!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bugg was a young Quarter Horse type colt who was literally on death's door. He was already in a state of starvation when he was left in a pasture on a very hot humid July day. He couldn't find the creek to hydrate himself and was at the staggering point when we brought him to the rescue farm that evening. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To read where he came from and what happened, click here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bugg gets love from all the volunteers at the rescue farm. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Look where this lucky Bugg is living today. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">His new Mom, Lisa, loves him so much! He will now enjoy life and never go without food, water, good acre or love.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bugg looking out his gossip door talking to his neighbor, a cute little miniature horse.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bugg was gelded by Dr Kerrie Porter last week and he is recovering from that surgery very well. He has good nutrition now so he can grow to his full capacity and be the best trail horse and best friend forever. He is a very lucky guy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thank you to everyone involved in his recovery and care.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bugg won the Love Lottery for sure!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are Rescue! Thank you for your continued support, prayers and time you all dedicate to the horses! </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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