06/25/2026
“I am at home… here my story ends. My troubles are over, and I have nothing more to fear.”—Anna Sewell, Black Beauty
Three beautiful mares.
All are bay. All have a white star. Their stories are strikingly similar.
They raced. They became broodmares. They are all thin, frightened, battered. and heartbreakingly vulnerable.
Their lip tattoos reveal pieces of their past. We learned who bred them, who once owned them, the names of their foals, and the races they ran.
What is does NOT tell us are the names of the people who profited off them by funneling them into the slaughter pipeline. Those people are invisible.
The horses, however, are not
In the world of equine advocacy, there are those who stand at the top of the cliff to keep horses from falling over. And those at the bottom who help raise up those who do.
People along the way, good and bad, have controlled their fate. Now it is our turn.
Marked as safe. They are on their way.
Tonight, they will rest in clean, deeply bedded stalls. Compassionate caregivers will tend their wounds, assure they are well fed, tell them they are beautiful.
Their last chapter will not be defined by the people who discarded them. Rather, it will be defined by people who value them — who love them. By us.
Safe travels, precious girls.
Your troubles are over. You have nothing more to fear.
Love is good.
