When I heard this heart breaking, deeply discouraging news, my inner worry meter cranked up a bazillion decibels. I have three horses, all of them seniors. What if something happens to me? What will happen to my horses.
I was actually considering rehoming Autumn who is thriving at 24 years old. Any thought of finding my sweet mare a great home came to a skidding halt last week. I fear that soon there will be a slaughter house operating just over the Oregon/California border. If I rehome Autumn I will lose the ability to control the end game when she is no longer able to jam down trails and her quality of life becomes diminished. There is NO WAY I will gamble that my sweet, sweet, easily worried, tries so hard to please, needs tons of reassurance, once starved-almost-died beautiful girl will ever face this HELL . . .
Or my grannie mare, Lyra who is somewhere way, way over the far side of 25. Winters have become difficult, even in the midst of summer she maintains a ghost of gauntness in her profile. Yet she looks for me in the general pasture, continues to trade kisses for carrots, and enjoys every moment of her life. What would be her fate if I wasn't around? A kind, respectful euthananization that maintains her dignity and minimizes her fear? Inclusion in a sancturary for senior horses? Or the terror of a hot, over-crowded trailer to a feed lot where she can hear and smell death while she waits her turn in line?
There is still pending legislation! Now, more than ever, it is crucial that Congress pass the American Horse Slaughter Prevention Act (H.R. 2966) to permanently prohibit the slaughter of American horses.