
04/09/2025
This barn isn’t perfect. The floors don’t gleam and there are no polished plaques or ribbons on the walls. Cobwebs hang in the ceiling corners, and the old boards sag and splinter with time. The horses here don’t carry papers or pedigrees. They weren’t shipped in from Europe with flawless conformation and celebrated bloodlines.
They came from slaughter trucks and forgotten auctions, from pastures where they were abandoned, along with their heart murmurs, their lameness and the long list of “unfixable” problems that made them disposable.
But here’s what they do have, in abundance: love. The freedom to simply exist as they are. The comfort of companions who share their story. And above all, the promise of a forever sanctuary. A place where they can live out their days not in fear, but in peace.