Our barn of horses are mostly rescue horses. We are teaching them to love and trust.
We then teach amputees and those struggling with depression, PTSD and Anxiety to gain confidence again, on their backs and with their love and understanding.
09/02/2024
It is with so much regret that I have decided to close the rescue. I will not be taking on any more gentle giants.
The financial stress of doing this with no financial assistance has taken its toll on my health emotionally and physically. Working off the farm full time and then working virtually just to keep the rescue going, means I’m too tired to even visit the barn. I depend on my volunteers and part time staff to do what I set out to do.
The passing of Casey was liking closing a beautiful chapter.
Thank you to those that have been there with kind words of support.
08/22/2024
Casey, Annie, Apple and Disco in their final resting place.
“They never said we are leaving
They never said goodbye
They were gone before we knew it,
And only God knew why
A million times we needed you,
A million times we cried
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died
In life we loved you dearly
In death we love you still
In our hearts you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn’t go alone
For part of our hearts went with you,
The day God took you home.”
Author Unknown .
R.I.P. Babies.
08/16/2024
Brittany caught Emma gazing at herself in her stall mirror.
She decided to add some unique thoughts we figured Emma was thinking❤️
08/14/2024
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08/12/2024
Be aware he is moving around to avoid penalties.
Now operating as Whiskey Run Sport Horses
08/11/2024
Casey was given his wings at 10.30am. He was respectfully buried on our farm next to Annie, Disco and Apple.
Run Free my big boy.
08/11/2024
My big boy Casey is telling me he is tired and wants to be without pain.
He is on a monstrous regime of pain medication, but I'm now needing to make the ultimate decision. Its the one part that hurts the most. Loving an animal and making the decision to send them to God is tough❤️🩹
08/04/2024
07/26/2024
On June 16th 2024, Olga was stupidly put in a pasture with a horse that plays rough, she ran away, but the gate was partially closed. She almost degloved her flank.
Her injury was catastrophic and she was taken to Marion DuPont Equine Hospital, where surgeons worked on her for 3 hours.
She luckily had no broken ribs and they managed to close the wound.
She stayed there for a week and then came home. She was on so much antibiotics and pain medication, plus dressing changed daily.
Of course the wound got much worse before it started to show healing.
She gets blue light therapy from Dr Hyman weekly, yesterday we started Magnetic therapy by way of a Magnawave blanket daily for 30 min.
This error is topping $18200 and it could not have come at a worse time.
Olga is healing well. But we still have a month or two of treatments till she is 100%.
I don’t ask for help often. But if you feel that you want to help with Olga’s care, donations would be welcome.
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07/02/2024
Please love them back
🐾 POEM OF A DOG
I'm the one who's always waiting for you.
Your car has a special sound that I have imprinted on my senses, I can recognize it in a thousand.
Your steps have a magic bell.
Your voice is music to my ears.
If I see your joy, it makes me happy!.
Your scent is the best.
Your presence moves my senses.
Your waking up wakes me up
I contemplate you sleeping and for me you are my God, I am happy watching your sleep.
Your look is a ray of light.
Your hands upon me, hold the lightness of peace and the sublime display of infinite love.
When you leave, I feel a huge void in my heart.
I keep waiting for you again and again.
I am the one who will wait for you all your life today, tomorrow and forever:
I am your dog.
06/21/2024
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🐎💔 Ounce died training at Santa Anita yesterday. The cause? “Non-musculoskeletal,” likely a sudden cardiac or pulmonary event. And Ounce was only two years old.
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My husband John talking to Oscar after covering up the mud patches in the run out.
Duke
Safe and Loved
We all thankfully landed softly in our happy safe home. Our mom did this on her own. But now she is asking for help, to keep us and rescue more like us. We never want to be wondering ‘where are they taking me now’, will they hurt me’? Please help only if you can, if you already support animals.. thank you.
All of these gorgeous horses were rescued. They stay here with us, until they sadly get their wings. In 6 years we have only lost 2. They are buried with dignity on the farm. If you want to help, please consider a donation to our rescue. www.hattinghequinerescue.com There is no amount we would not be extremely grateful for.
Helicopter mom..
Everly
Everly loves, understands and knows what is needed. She comes with her mom Brittany to do night check. Oscar loves being groomed laying down.
I suffer from depression and anxiety and all the nuances that go with this silent destroyer of happiness. It was threatening to take my life, as I had no joy and felt hopeless and useless 24/7. My husband knew I loved animals I have rescued dogs for many years, so he took a chance and bought me a horse. Casey was a lesson horse, so he knew his job. But moreover, he taught me about the love they provide and the calmness they instill. Already back then I knew I had to share this. Little did I know back then how badly people treat horses and especially in the Horse Racing industry. I knew I had to help. So began my journey in horse rescue. First came the purchase of a Morgan I named Dante, he was rescued from a Kill Shelter, namely Bastrop in LA. He was originally owned by the Amish. Then my eyes got opened to the wrongs of horse racing, I purchased Myth Master now known as Hank who was running out of PA, I found him through a Rescue group in PA. Then came Gallico who was brutalized by his owner and trainer at Charles Town Race Track. Then came Annie a gorgeous registered paint horse who was washed up according to her owners as she was 24 and not able to perform her duties as a lesson horse and was going to be euthanized. After Annie I rescued the gorgeous palomino Quarter Horse I aptly name Lily. She was used, abused and dumped in a kill pen in Texas. My friend begged for her life and I paid her bail and transported her here to Virginia. In 2019 I was made aware of Shasta Moon another race horse that was only 2 years old and had already been broken down by the track and her trainer from WV. I bought her and she was transported here to join the herd.
Besides Casey all the above horses were destined for the meat market had someone not seen them in the kill pen or on the track auction. In Dec 2019 John bid on a horse for me as a gift, because he was told this horse was ‘dead broke’ or bombproof, as they say in the industry. This boy arrived with respiratory problems, he was thin and scared. He had scars across his muzzle which we later found out was from having spikes put under his bridle for training. He was definitely NOT bombproof and if anything he was petrified of everyone and everything, except Casey. So we got lied to again.
In my herd of 11 I have two miniature horses Elsa and Bella (Mom and Daughter) and Wasabi aka Savvi a Friesian who were bought from Reputable people. So even though there are true evil people in the equine industry there are good people too. Sadly horses are a commodity to many and as such they hardly stay long enough to feel loved and know this is their home.
Every morning here at my barn. They all go out together. They are a herd, they are secure and they know that they are loved and truly respected. In return they give every human here love and respect. They know this is their home and these are their herd.
I want to share that with those like me who are challenged each day to make it through the day and night. Being around these gentle giants is not only fun, its exciting and it is an awakening of that part in the soul that is fearful.
