Slaughter

Those who know me are aware that I have spent time volunteering in horse rescue, with the specific goal of keeping horses out of the slaughter pipeline.  The tipping point of my becoming vegetarian stemmed from horse rescue since I felt like a lousy hypocrite by spending time worrying about some animals going to slaughter and then chewing on others that had already made the trip.  If I suddenly found myself flush with cash, I would get a lot of land and rescue horses.

My horses are my pets.  They are not equipment to be used and they do not exist purely for my enjoyment.  They are like my cats in the sense that I feel like I have a life-long commitment to them.  It's difficult for me to understand those who are comfortable to send their horses off to auction and an uncertain fate.  I know there are those who hate it and do so as a very last resort after falling on hard times, but not all.

So, even though I currently do not volunteer in it, I do watch some of the goings on out there.  It keeps me grounded in the realities of the horse world.

As far as I know, this little grey  (basically white with a couple dark spots here and there) mule's day of reckoning is today.  If these kill pens were not on the opposite coast I would have a horse that I cannot afford.  Or a few horses that I cannot afford.  I already feel that I don't pay Peanut enough attention, and as Richard and I keep telling ourselves, we can only save our own horses.

Here's hoping, little mule.  I was struck by this little guy and made this between customers at the shop today.  White and black carbon pencils on grey paper.