The following is from the heart of a rescuer:
Observations from an auction.
By Jennifer Cutting – Justice Love’n Care Animal Rescue
First, I want to just post my thoughts. Every week I go to OLEX. I prepared myself for the worst the first time. You think it would get easier and I would become more immune to seeing all the horses go through… In fact, it has become quite the opposite. I find it is harder to go back, to see the never ending amount of horses going through the ring and onto their death. I see beautiful healthy horses not going to a home because there are not enough homes bidding, so onto the meat truck they go.
I see broodmares, who were used to bring life and money to their owners, going on the meat truck because they are no longer worth the money. And their babies aren’t either- where are they going to race? Where is there affordable hay? Where are the ones left that no one purchased that year going to go? Sometimes they are so pregnant, you can see the foals moving inside of them. They will never be born.
I see stallions going through. Well-bred baby making machines for their owners, but no have no “value” because the stud fees are not coming in- those babies were euthanized so stud fees would not be payable, as where are these babies going to have a future.
I see horses who have transported people to church, to family functions, helped get doctors to homes in time to help out with an emergency. Now they are dead, they were not flashy enough to get the attention and love they deserved after years of service.
I see horses who have plowed fields, their strength is amazing, but yet gentle as lambs, no longer needed as they are “used up” or have been replaced by a “new model”. Now they are worth a lot by the pound, as they are solid, and have a lot of quality meat to be used. They fed people while they were alive by plowing fields for vegetables and grains. And they feed people in their death as well- slaughtered brutally to feed people- give, give, give…
I see starved horses- horses who were so hungry they have eaten rocks and chewed things trying to fill their bellies. We cannot even tell how old they are by looking at their teeth. Bones sticking out, ribs protruding, and it makes me wonder how they are even standing yet alone being able to handle a trailer ride all the way to the plant.
I see sick horses- legs that cannot be stood on, cuts, missing eyes with infection, swollen lymph nodes (could be strangles), horses that need a vet, and if they were a human they would have seen a doctor a long time ago.
I see horses who cannot be handled, never had a chance before they even went to the auction. “Meat only” cause he kicks, not halter broke at age 6, mean and crazy because his experiences may have included the “professional trainer” who likes to use the whip to teach him a lesson and the twitch twisted so hard it appears the horse now has a cleft lip.
I see babies… lots of babies. Some handled, some not. Some so proud of themselves, strutting their pretty prance, knowing they look pretty. But they won’t look pretty for long… they will be dead in a few days, butchered away.
I see so much… it is horrible. Every week I want to take them all home, give them a chance to feel love before they are destined to leave this world… many of these horses have years upon years of life left. For those who don’t, they could be euthanized humanely…
I find the word “humanely” to be hypocritical. We call things “humane” when they are treated with respect and dignity- it is derived from the word “human”. But when I look around, and see what these horses, other animals, and many vulnerable people have suffered at the hands of “humans” I think there has to be a better word… And a better world…