Missy's Hope Equine Rescue Resource
General Information:
Mission and Policy Information
Our Programs:
The Chey/Annie Project Fundraisers
The Chey/Annie Project Accounting
The Chey/Annie Project Future Sling Locations
Rescue Information:
Resources:
Pet Food and Product Warnings and Recalls
Congressional Information:
Letter Writing Campaigns For Horses
There Is A Viable Alternative To Equine Slaughter
Horse Health Information:
Cushings/Insulin Resistance Information
Helping Your Horse Prepare For Being Blind
Articles Relating To Equine Blindness
Miscellaneous:
| The Nursemare Foal |
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I stand upon my wobbly legs, As the sun shines in bright and strong. Suddenly some men come in, I feel something wrong. One hold mom and one grabs me, Where is mom? I cannot see! He drags me from, The warm, safe stall. I do not like this, Not at all! I’m taken to a tiny pen, Other babies are all around, Scared and Sad, They make no sound. Where are the moms? They bring in bottles of milk to eat, I’d much rather be, At my mother’s teat! Some people come, They sound so nice, The load us up, And count us twice. We leave that place, And though we fear, Something good, Is happening here. We are unloaded to, A nice warm barn. They seem to say, We’ll feel no harm. They feed us milk, And tuck us in, Unaware that other foals, Will never see this life begin. |
| Written By: Brandi M. Qualset |
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Copyright: B.M. Qualset 2008 |
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