Twinkle ( He has a big race horse name, he is tattooed and raced up until last year).
Sometimes it seems like a rescue is just meant to happen. I had just said no more Washington kill pen horses. I am not quite sure how every thing worked out for me having a dear friend with a truck and trailer up near the feed lot where he sat in owned by a horse meat broker. We call them kill buyers. They buy horses for shipping to slaughter. Horse meat is popular in other country, making horses our number one livestock animal exported for meat. Sometimes kill buyers will offer horses up for sale for the price that they could get for them from the slaughter plant. Twinkle was a horse destined to die. He was given to a kill buyer with instructions to straight ship him to slaughter. He was to disappear. He was so thin I do not think he would have survived the trip to a Mexican slaughter house, and he was offered to our rescue by the kill buyer. How could we leave him there? So with a promise not to expose the breeder,his tired, thin body was lead into the trailer.
He was never to be given a chance for a future. When Twinkle came into the rescue he Scored a 2 on the Henneke horse body condition scoring system, so thin he had no hope left in his eyes. He had rain rot from being left out in the weather. When we first saw him our hearts broke for him. He was tired. How could he have once been someone’s baby once? How many hopes and dreams were laid at his tiny hooves they day he was born? What had he done so horridly wrong to be sent to slaughter.
Over the next weeks we slowly started him eating alfalfa in small bits several time a day. We watched him making sure he was blanketed and warm, grooming the mud off of him. He had no padding on his bones and each grooming would end early because he became sore. Every day we babied him. He started to perk up, and as often happens he lost his hair to the rain rot and malnutrition. Every day I treated his skin and softly brushed his thinning coat. Day by day he got hungrier and started eating more.
Day by day he gained his strength. He started acting more like a horse. He would take opportunities to roll, moaning with pleasure. One day I could not take his confinement any more as he longed to be able to stretch his legs, I opened his paddock gate. He ran making a full lap around the pasture, wearing himself out he came back to his gate and I let him in. Each day he makes gains. He can now stay out in the pasture most of the day. He can run and buck. He is growing a new coat of hair. Hope has returned to his eyes. He still does not know much about treats, but we are working on this. While he has only been here a couple of months, I know that his future looks bright. He knows love and will not be thrown away again.
Joy L Laudahl
Harmony New Beginnings
9604 Harmony Rd
Sheridan Or 97378