An Excerpt from “Straight from the Horse’s Heart: A Spiritual Ride through Love, Loss and Hope”
She stood in a dimly lit, narrow alleyway with just four other horses ahead of her. She was the last one in line followed only by a mean spirited human that prodded her with a stick every time a horse at the front of the line was pushed through the doors ahead. The doors simply snapped open and the crowded horse would leap forward to escape. Instantly, it slammed shut followed by not only mechanical and unknown sounds but by the soul rendering screams of horses in agony. She had no way of knowing where she was.
As the poking and prodding grew more intense and the screams grew ever closer she had no way of knowing that for years people across the nation and around the world were sweating blood and crying tears to prevent her from being pressed against those very same doors.
She had no way of knowing, as she was forced through the doors and into the confining chute, that only a pen and a piece of paper stood between her life and her death.
When the bolt gun hit her forehead and she jerkily crumpled to the floor, while her bladder emptied, she had no way of knowing that the humans around the chute were enjoying this last kill. They resented her life and her very essence.
As the chain from the winch was wrapped around her left rear hoof and she was brutally hoisted into the air, she had no way of knowing that people would be celebrating this day as a happy, triumphant occurrence.
While the knife cleanly yet cruelly slit her throat and her own warm blood ran down her face and into her dilated nostrils, she had no way of knowing that the event of her death would be documented, cherished, and revered for all time. The senseless killing was over.
And finally, as her spirit unwillingly was jerked from her butchered and mutilated body, she had no way of knowing that she was truly, the last one…the last horse to be killed in the US for human consumption in lands far, far, away. She was the last one to suffer, the last one to die, the last one to cry out, and the last one to be lost.
She had no way of knowing….
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