In Memoriam
I
Am Famous Now
I was born today.
My Daddy is very FAMOUS.
I have lots of half brothers and sisters.
My Mother is very FAMOUS.
Since she got FAMOUS, she has only had foals.
No more loving hands, no more daily grooming...just foals.
She is always sad when they leave her.
I left home today.
I didn't want to go so I hid behind my mama.
I didn't like you.
But, one day, they said, I would be FAMOUS.
I wonder, is famous the same as fun and good times?
So, you picked me up and hauled me away,
even though you were concerned that it took an hour to catch me.
I don't think you like
me.
My new home is far away, I am scared and afraid.
My heart says be brave.
My ancestors were.
Did they go to good homes
like mine?
I'm hungry because I can't eat too much, it will be bad for my bones.
I can't play with the other horses because I might get hurt.
I just wander around my small dirt paddock, and pretend,
I'm in a big green field with the butterflies and robins and frogs.
I can't understand why
they hate me!
I am quiet but the man hits and says loud things.
The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my mother.
She just throws dry, dusty hay on the ground, then goes away,
before I can get too close for touching and petting.
Sometimes my food smells bad but I eat it anyway.
Today I had a baby.
He is so wonderful and warm.
Am I FAMOUS now?
I wish I could play with him but I am so tired.
I am so young that it is hard to be a good mother.
I am so hungry!
I wish somebody would throw me some food.
I am so very thirsty.
He got cold during the night and we have no shelter.
I couldn't make him warm again.
We are very weak.
Maybe if I whinny someone will notice us and give us food and water.
Today they took US away.
To a place with many other horses.
There were lots of people and loud noise.
Someone grabbed my foal. He was so scared.
That was the last time I saw him.
Is my baby FAMOUS now?
I hope so because I miss him.
He is gone.
I was put into a large
trailer with many others in it.
It is crowded and smells of urine, fear and sickness.
Why am I here?
I was beautiful like my ancestors.
Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain and unwanted.
Maybe the worst is unwanted.
No one came, though I tried to be good,
No one spoke to me in gentle tones or stroked my soft neck.
I am in a small pen with many other horses.
I am SCARED and ALONE.
Today someone came.
They chased us from the pen and into a room.
One by one we were herded into a chute.
I hear screams of agony, sounds of thrashing, and then silence.
Someone came and put me into the chute.
Someone reached in and patted my nose.
I felt tired and laid my head over the last one who cared.
I am ready for what will come next.
Today, someone cared, for just one-second...
I AM FAMOUS NOW...
—Unknown |
Millie came to us from the CSU Auction of repro
mares in November of 2003. We had Millie evaluated
in September of that year and noted she was quite
sore in both front feet--we hoped it was due
to bad trimming at that time. We brought Millie
home and gave her some time for her feet to grow
in hopes that it would make her feel better.
When she continued to be in pain, we had x-rays
taken of Millie's front feet and legs. We found
she had sesamoiditis in both front legs and moderate/severe
navicular changes in both front feet. We wavered
in the decision of what to do--we thought perhaps
we could make her more comfortable with shoes
and pads. However, knowing that Millie needed
to be sedated to be trimmed due to the pain of
loading her weight on only one front foot hastened
our decision. Millie was humanely destroyed on
February 17, 2004.
We believe CSU had--and ignored--a responsibility
to Millie. The professional veterinarians at
CSU should have recognized and addressed her
pain--using the opportunity to instruct their
students in diagnosing her lameness and when
found untreatable, directing euthanasia.
Instead of diagnosing Millie, CSU tried to make
a profit from her by selling her at auction,
where she became "someone else's problem." Instead,
it took volunteers from Lynchland Stables, financial
resources from Horses Forever and
the professional kindness of Equine Medical Services
and Highland Forge to help her. We can't thank
those wonderful people enough.
Big City Airs
Big City Airs was a big, athletically built
mare who was a product of American Saddlebred
immortals. This daughter of the brilliant stud
and competitor, WGC Yorktown, son of the dynasty
founding five gaited WGC Wing Commander was out
of Putting On Airs. This brilliant broodmare
Hall of Fame member was by the Wing Commander
son, Mr. Magic Man, and out of the gorgeous black
daughter of Stonewall Supreme, WGC Supreme Airs.
Big City Airs was born to greatness.
The dam of twelve registered foals, Big City
Airs produced champions like CH Starlike Airs
and wonderful producers, such as Santana Airs.
However, this is where the story of this mare
loses its luster. Big City Airs arrived at the
Farm of an Amish American Saddlebred breeder
in the fall of 2004 in emaciated condition. Ecstatic
at the prospect of owning such a well bred broodmare,
this Saddlebred devotee had been happy to trade
one of his well-bred in-foal mares for the chance
to have Big City Airs on the farm. He had not
seen her before and relied on the advice of a
West Virginia breeder and trainer, with whom
he had done business before, in trading his mare
for the possibility of breeding from some of
the greatest bloodlines in the breed.
Unfortunately, this was not to be. Delivered
in debilitated condition, this grand old lady
had to be humanely destroyed less than a month
later in spite of the best efforts of her new
owner and his veterinarian. Not a fitting end
for any horse, let alone this product of one
of the best American Saddlebred breeding farms,
and of the best lines. While Big City Airs is
gone, her name lives on in the papers of her
daughters and sons and their foals. Horses
Forever seeks to make this world a better
place for all of them, but we never forget those
who we could not help. Godspeed, Big City Airs. |
