Adopting Because It's Sad.

Don’t fucking do it.

52 horses need saved! They’re going to slaughter!  Oh NOOOO!  They’re free, get them out now!  MOST of them are gelded.  MOST of them are broken.  Some of them are with foal.

Yeah, it’s fucking tragic, but you know what this tells me?  It tells me they were neglected before their previous owner passed away.  It tells me each horse is going to need extensive veterinary care and rehabilitation.  It tells me the previous owner wasn’t gelding them, wasn’t getting 52 horses fed and trimmed.  It tells me they’re basically a feral herd.

But what it tells YOU is that YOU have to swoop in and stop this tragedy of killing them now now now now now, even if you don’t have the money to get your fucking dogs rabies vaccinations.

And what it tells YOU is that even though you have two kids to feed and a dog with zero vet visits, and no money to come to my damned wedding, that this sad, sad story with its zero details or history or vet papers tugs on your heartstrings enough to jump into something that will cost thousands of dollars and months of hard work.  You CAN’T.  It will suffer more.

And what it tells YOU is that “horse slaughter bad, mmkay,” so no horses can die, ever, even though there are NO SLAUGHTER HOUSES HERE.  Trigger word, and you’re preaching about morals.


What every fucking one of you is forgetting is that you don’t have the whole fucking story.  You don’t know where they came from, why they’re in this condition, WHAT condition they are in, who needs massive amounts of vet care and rehabilitation.  Shit, you don’t even know if this is a legal issue that should be prosecuted.  YOU DON’T KNOW.  You just see a sad story and want to make it better.  BUT YOU CAN’T.


You can not save them all.  If you want to, GO VISIT THEM.  Take a tally of the horses and their conditions.  Bring a vet.  Talk to the survivor who wants to slaughter them and the “friend” who wants to adopt them out for free.  Find out who is with foal, who needs gelded, look at the hooves, the teeth, the ribs.  Go do the goddamned work and participate.  Make profiles on the 52 horses with photographs, and look for real adopters.  Adopters who have the money for vet care and the facilities already set up.  Adopters who know what they are doing, who aren’t going to turn around and sell them for profit on fucking Craigslist.  Adopters who aren’t going to realize they can’t afford to feed it and either let it die, “set it free,” or sell it to auction.  Adopters who actually give a fuck and aren’t acting on just emotion.

THEN.  Coordinate with state-wide rescues, organizations, and fosters who can give them longer to bounce back and be better for adopting.



You mean well.  But you’re thinking with your heart, and not about the animals.

-Mouse