I didn't get to bed until late........sick kitty again....in the emergency room with him for several hours and my head did not hit the pillow until sometime after one thirty am.....then up again at 5am and ready for the races. I really was ready to sleep for the day at the time I had to get up....but get up I did.
No rain this morning.....stalls were decently clean......I only had to clean Jake's. Barn cats get a can of wet food and a fill up of kity crispies. The chickens come into the barn to inspect the grain buckets and see if I spilled any sunflower seeds....and yes, I did. They love sunflower seeds....and the peacock, who does not belong to us, loves them too.
I go and let my mom's dogs out, check on my mom for a few minutes and then off to work at my real job.
I always wonder why people pay for those subscriptions to "private radio" programming.....it hit me this morning as I was getting sick of listening to disc jockeys playing phone games and listening to ads telling me how to file bankruptcy.......it is because they want to listen to music and not listen to ADS......or political discourse or whatever....
anyway, I digress......I turned the tuner until I found something I liked......Etta James singing "At Last".......classic.......I should get an Etta James CD.
I go to the bank at lunch time and my phone rings.......so I answer my phone.......it will be just one of several calls I receive today from folks who cannot feed their old horse any longer and what should they do? Can we take them? I get a lump in my throat and find my rational self in a sea of emotion........I try not to sound mean....but I want to say something with meaning.......I say, "unfortunately we have no room at the farm and no finances to take another right now......the most loving thing you might do is to euthanize your horse. I know that sounds harsh...but it is a crisis out there for so many horses........an old horse just doesn't really have a good chance." I tell them the story of Jake and how he was "given" to a good home for free.....and how he almost died for it....and then the story gets worse......two of these folks lack the money for euthanization..........and no more money for food. I say I will make some calls, see if I can find some money, talk to some vets......talk to a man who owns a backhoe.......
It really is a crisis out there.......for horses and horse owners.......the jobless, the hopeless.....
We need to create a euthanasia fund....perhaps several rescues together.....a person should be able to cheaply euthanize their animal.
These are the types of days that get to me.
I need to win the lotto or move to a remote location without phone, cable, internet.
I come home to no rain again,,,,,,,pretty clean stalls and happy, well loved horses........I give some neck scratches as I feed grain........I tell Tarbaby how lucky he is.... I hope for better days for all of us.
Pony Up fortune for tomorrow.
Practice random acts of kindness and things will begin to change.